Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
brekky perfect scrambled eggs a bun and smoked salmon
lunch chinese brisket stew with chicory salad and sliced cukes, side leftover rice
I feel like I’ve been swept off to culinary heaven and there was about 45 minutes of bodywork in there too so I’m feeling much less thrawn than this time last week
four perfect things:
seared ahi tuna
homemade wasabi sauce
pan seared yellow peppers
thai rice with a macédoine of vegetables
Plated beautifully and served red hot.
Plus nearbeer and some OG Kush
WHAT A MEAL
THEN I slept in until 8:30. Mike bought a weighted blanket. I’ve had coffee and I think eggs are happening and life in the eyrie is once again glorious.
For the waters, skies and lands of sohl temexw I give thanks; for the people and creatures and the rivergrass; for the eagles and herons and ducks; for everything that moves in its own life, I give thanks; for the ancestors of all the salish peoples who shared its bounty and their children who rise, I give thanks, for the rocks which seem permanent and are not, I give thanks, and I offer my gratitude in the brilliant morning for the privilege of walking and flying and rolling and paddling here.