Okay, so I lied. What can I say, I like to be melodramatic. I like to write, too … Still, I probably won’t write too much more about my life after I leave the Teaching Drum, which is in ten days.

I’m curious, though, as to who would be interested in having me continue this journal. Let me know.

As the snow melts and people begin to arrive for the next incarnation of the Wilderness Guide Program, I feel a quickening in the air, a sense of rebirth, of anticipation, of change.

It’s about damn time.

Winter has not been easy for me; I’ve found that the pursuits available here, of making crafts and following tracks in the snow, don’t suit me particularly well — they’re not really a part of my path with heart. Still, I’ve learned a lot about relating to myself and experiencing my own ability to choose and be responsible for my feelings and reactions, and for that I’m grateful. And, as the air warms, I find myself getting excited about tanning and smoking another hide or two, and making a buckskin shirt to wear as I travel elsewhere.

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