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  The Story Thus Far… After shopping at the hardware store, Lutreo, age 21 months, let me know he had to go “peepee”. In the parking lot, I whipped off his pants, said “psss psss pssss” and a stream of urine arched out and anointed the asphalt. A passerby glanced at us crouched between cars with a look of complete incomprehension before hurrying on.

When it was time to make a decision about the circumcision of my first son Jack, I felt that it was a no-brainer–he should be circ’d just like his dad. After all, how would I explain how our johnsons were different when he’s older? Its cleaner and anything else would be weird, right? My wife kinda put the ball in my court to make the circumcision decision but it wasn’t much of a decision at all... it was almost understood that he would be circumcised like his dad and so he was.

Photo: Laughing Coyote Project   On a colorful and crisp fall day, a group of children were practicing the skills of living close to the earth. One nurtured a fire, adding sticks to maintain a bed of hot coals. Two children were using the coals to hollow wooden containers, to be used as bowls. Deer hides were scraped over a beam, to be transformed into beautiful, supple buckskin. Several children were watching the meandering path of a caterpillar through dust, adding its unique trail...

I am sitting outside on my farm on a beautiful Indian summer day. A playful breeze is coming from the west. Fallen leaves lie scattered at my feet, the breeze causing them to whisper to one another. A magpie calls from a leafless willow, a chickadee whistles from a thicket. This morning a whiff of skunk swirled on the breeze, I saw raccoon tracks in the dust on our road, and vole trails in our field. I am surrounded by nature, and spend my time outside each day, connecting to the landscape...

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