Welcome!
The rivers of the title and this journal are the sources of daily adventures, both real and imaginary.
My West-flowing river, known to Indigenous peoples as the paguag, and to English speakers as the Millers, passes along the woodlands of my ancestral family homestead where I have lived for the past 50 years.
It reaches its confluence with the great Connecticut River a mile from this house. Both rivers have been and are a pathway into the natural world, adventures, imagining and dreams.
I came here to live in my great-grandfather’s house after years of wanderlust across the planet, to finally settle within a mile of where I was born, and where my mixed-race family chose to live in the years after the Civil War.
This is an open invitation to be come along on my daily wanderings, observations, and interactions with the inhabitants of the natural world, village characters and tribal partners, while I share and savor the connection between the histories of the Connecticut River Valley and life in the present.
May 21, 2020
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