Growing up, my sister told me that gnomes could shapeshift into red capped mushrooms. Given what I later learned about amanita muscaria, I’m pretty sure she was right.

So happy to do some pitching repairs on this 2013 wiigwaasi-jiimaan this past week, and to get her in the water again.

»Lokakuu ei ole joka kuu:
Päivät pienet pilvelliset,
yöt pitkät ja pimeät.
Halla hanhen siiven alla,
talvi joutsenen takana»

“October is not every month:
Days are short, cloudy,
nights long and dark.
Frost under the goose’s wing,
winter behind the swan's back.”

Stálut vuovddis. Trolls in the forest.

Midnight mass of the dead display at the Museum of Legends in Ljungby. You can only view the scene by looking through a keyhole in a large door.

Heartbroken to have lost both Gare and Antti Länsman in the last few months—two Sámi elders who figured prominently into my dissertation work and (probably more importantly) my own personal life in profound ways.

Always a little painful to not be in the rice bed this time of year…