Tied to the Post

Day after day, I marvel at the easy beauty of this small river valley and wonder how the natural world relates to my personal sphere. I am always looking for a message from the animals, trees, rocks or anything else that may have something to say. It is probably naïve and self-centered to think I...
A while ago I was standing in Twin Rocks Café when a woman approached me with a question. The woman explained she was the author of the book about Baxter Liebler entitled, “A Highly Adaptable Gospel.” She went on to say she had read some of our stories about Father Liebler and St. Christopher’s...
Late in the afternoon, I stood behind the jewelry counter watching the evening fade to black. It was the type of fall day that causes Twin Rocks Trading Post patrons to ask, “Is it always this nice here?” As we all know, nothing is universally the same, and in Bluff everything, including the...
Like most businesses that have survived the global pandemic thus far, at Twin Rocks Trading Post we are constantly attempting to peer into the future, hoping to find a successful path through the fog of COVID-19. To quote the book Land: How the Hunger for Ownership Shaped the Modern World, by...
When I began my undergraduate studies at Weber State College in the late 1970s, I, like many of my San Juan High School peers, had not carefully considered my future. Although I thought it might be interesting to be a white-shoe lawyer working in New York City, I had no understanding what it took...
As Bob Dylan once wrote, “The Times They are a Changin’.” And they are surely a changin’ ‘round Bluff. After an exceptionally hot and dry summer – which made us wonder whether there would be any water left to drink when fall arrived and caused some of us to question whether beer might be the only...
Last week, I was traveling through southern Colorado with its upside-down American flags and Trump Won banners waving in the breeze, when I suddenly got a hankerin’ for country music. I wasn’t looking for the modern stuff that sounds like Britney Spears or the Backstreet Boys with a sinus...
It was Wednesday, August 17, 1977, and I was parked at the jeweler’s bench located in the backroom of Blue Mountain Trading Post. Craig, Barry, and I had been trained to make and repair turquoise and silver jewelry, and I was actively engaged in the trade. My workspace had been fitted out with a...
In Navajo culture, there are numerous mythological tales involving individual reinvention, transformation, and rebirth. These missives often include references to Changing Woman, Changing Bear Maiden, the Hero Twins, and Coyote, to name a few. A reawakening of consciousness and understanding is...
Like Pearl, the canine Queen of the Post, I am a creature of habit. Every morning I wake at 6 a.m. when the radio clicks on, listen to the news summary on NPR, make the bed, and head downstairs to start the day. Lately, however, there has been no news, just static. I think something has gone...

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