Notes While Reading Kittredge
*Who are we to think we can regulate the ways of water? Where did the waterbirds go?
My daughter pulls on mittens, zips into her parka. Tells me: we are going to garden a moss mansion.
*You can lose a life in the work.
We recall our last family vacation. Remember, my son says — the trees were stunned by salt winds.
*Reimagine desire, power over nature.
Driving to work in two feet of snow this morning I listened to a friend on my cell phone talk about Montana history: Whiskey follows gold. Gold led to brick buildings.
*Useful dreams — what is this?
I ask Sebastian. He tells me: I don’t have one friend who isn’t from somewhere else.
*Stories are a thicket to catch the mind from falling.
Lately I’ve been thinking of a farmer’s field skidded in with stones. My ex-husband, the father of my children, grew up picking rocks from his brother-in-law’s wheat fields. Every spring he would fill another skid with stones. This is how he knew rocks grew.
*When we wake up, what comes back in the morning?
It’s taken me until now to believe him.
* denotes phrases from Who Owns the West, by William Kittredge