Huckleberry Press
“Mean Girls,” and The “Breakfast Club,” but growing up in the early 2000s, I found there was saturation of bad teen films full of cliches and unoriginal characters. Movies can never quite shake the glamour, but current teen movies are a lot more diverse, authentic, and relatable than they used to be.
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This Valentine’s Day why not gift yourself a loving experience and/or share a heart healing and expanding SOUND BATH with your partner. Set up a comfortable place on your bed or the floor using bolsters, pillows and blankets and relax into the healing vibrations of the gong, alchemy crystal signing bowls, Tibetan bowls and chimes in the comfort of your own home.
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It’s my great honor to introduce to the Huckleberry Press readers Tony Louie, musician, singer/songwriter, and spoken word poet. I begin with this introduction out of respect to Tony’s indigenous background. He is a proud Colville Tribal Member who grew up in inchelium on the Colville Reservation.
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If you’re stuck at home because of the snow or simply just need something new to watch, here are some bingeable tv-shows you can stream right now.
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Have you ever noticed that moment of bliss and calm as you’re driving from the nearest City back towards home? Those of us who are living in the smaller towns and communities in and around the Columbia Basin, can likely relate that there is a sweet moment when your shoulders drop and calm comes over you as you near home in your small town and little retreat in the world. This could be one of the reasons that more folks are moving out to rural areas with the hope of living more simply.
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My heart skipped a beat when I saw him waiting for me at the Istanbul airport. He looked cool, calm and collected, as he always did. No beaming smile of welcome, very little show of emotion. This trait of his was still mysteriously alluring, even a year later.
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I had such dreams for this place, til they went up in smoke in the Labor Day, 2020 Whitney Wildfire. But the beauty of my surroundings is still inspiring. There’s a rock outcropping here on my little ranch that I call the South Bluff, which is beautiful at sunset with the sun’s rays warming its dark basalt rock. Then, there’s the big one, the West Bluff, most beautiful at sunrise. It runs along the ranch like a knife has carved out a line, leaving you with no alternative but to obey its boundary. I see them now like I didn’t before the fire.
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I thought I must have misheard Dave Olson, owner of Blue Creek Mercantile. I had asked him what the biggest sellers were at his store near Chewelah. While I had not yet visited Blue Creek Mercantile, I had an image in my mind of a small town mercantile in Eastern Washington. I imagined fabric, animal feed, canning supplies, sugar, flour, and coffee in bulk, and candy. My conception was probably misinformed by all the hours I spent watching Little House on the Prairie as a child. In fact, the Walnut Grove Mercantile from “Little House” was owned by another friendly and kind Mr. Olson. (Remember his awful daughter Nellie Olson who tormented the Ingalls girls?)
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