Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Scott had seen some wildflowers flourishing in a low area up the Almira hill while covering the story of the new school there. So today we drove up to see what they were, but the road was too narrow– a country road, and stopping would have been hazardous. I couldn’t quite see the white flowers clearly, but they were all over the wet areas flowing through the now harvested wheat fields.
So continued to Hartline to the cafe for a pork chop dinner, served with hot apple sauce and salad. Delicious.
On the way home as the sun set in the still smokey sky, we were greeted by Moses Mountain in the distance. It looks like the mountain is straight ahead, but up the road about ten miles, the grand coulee drops about 2000 feet before following the river north to Moses Mountain on the Colville Tribes Reservation. Like life, our roads twist and turn, dip and detour. But our traditions and what we hold on to, stay with us, holding us to our own horizon.
And so, a poem.
Poetry
Rising as Sacred
Look to a mountain
Sheri Edwards
Straight ahead
Yet surprise, midway
the grand coulee
drops two thousand feet
on a winding road
to follow the river
up to the turn to
that mountain,
Moses Mountain
of the Okanagan-Salish people,
rising as sacred
in all directions
on the horizon.
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