Today (and/or tomorrow) is the ancient festival of Imbolc, the first day of spring by Celtic reckoning. As I reflected last year, this is the most elusive of the nascent seasons of the year in our part of the world.
Perhaps more so this year. As you read this, my sister-in-law, her two dogs, and I are leaving Fairbanks, driving south to Haines. I’m not sure what kind of weather we’ll have, but I’m guessing it’s going to feel pretty wintry up there. Continue reading
Last Saturday we talked on the phone with the head of an archeological dig planned for this summer in Yukon Territory, Canada. Aly had contacted him by email, and sent him her unschool transcripts, a personal essay, and letters of recommendation for his consideration. The one possible challenge is that she should be 18 to participate in the program (which is, after all, a 200 level college course). She will not turn 18 until 4 days after the session ends. After reviewing her material and learning about her background, he expressed his confidence that Aly’s ideally suited to participate! We’re all very excited. As Aly said, it’s “this year’s opportunity of a lifetime!” Continue reading
