Author Archives: Sittingbear

Bridges

By | November 1, 2010

As I look over my shoulder at the paths I have traveled, I see the bridges I have crossed are broken and fallen. Over the long years that which has not been intentionally burnt, has succumbed to age and neglect. I can look back at the ground I have covered, but my only direction can… Read More: Bridges »

Thanks

By | January 12, 2010

What is it about winter that causes people to be more thankful? What is it about spring that makes people forget? I find it very strange that starting around November, people become distant, yet friendlier; thankful, yet ungracious. In December people wish each other well, and some take a rare look inwards. And for a… Read More: Thanks »

On Drowning…

By | November 15, 2009

Do those who have tasted death no longer fear it? When I was very young, I drowned while in a pool with no lifeguard on duty. There was only one other person in the pool, and my grandma was on the side watching. I don’t remember feeling any fear or anxiety about dying during or… Read More: On Drowning… »

Forest at night

By | October 23, 2009

Always in an envelope, seemingly drifting now awake, the current slows eddies whirl around me, return the physical to me two hands pulling, one of pleasure, with no reward the other of difficulty, unseen mountains to climb