Work with a purpose

Why I do this


Family Tree

There are times when it’s easier to write and record, and times when it’s harder. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. Then I think of those whom I will never meet.

When I was a boy we had this tape recording of my great grandma on my Mom’s side. In it, she told of her life at the turn of the century as a young girl. There are pieces I remember better than others, but mostly I can recall her voice. What it sounded like. There was age in it, a raspy quality almost.

Family history

I remember thinking that here’s a woman I have never met, living in a time I will never see. The things she described were almost alien to me as the casual comforts of the world we live in are ever making our lives easier. I must have listened to that tape one hundred times. Then it went missing.

I can still remember the stories and the sound of her voice. I want this for my future generations. For them to be able to know at least one progenitor from stories, letters, songs. Something I can leave behind so they can feel a connection to their family history.


That’s the main purpose behind these stories and why I read them. Why do you do the things you do?

The Grand Canyon

Grand Canyon

When I was a teenager I was a Boy Scout. We would plan and go on 50-mile hikes almost annually. Multiple times we hiked the Grand Canyon, one of those being from North Rim to South Rim. If you’ve ever been to the Grand Canyon and only looked over the edge, you’ve never been to the Grand Canyon.

Havasu Falls, Arizona 2

All the flavour of that place exists in traversing it. To be able to watch the substrates of rock as you hike up or down. To feel the climate changes. To see the hidden streams and garden-like settings dotted along the trails. You have to drink the water from the rivers and feel the burning in your legs and your lungs. There are waterfalls that shoot straight out from the canyon walls. Wildlife behind every bush. When you are at the bottom and the canyon is more narrow, you can lay down at night with no lights and look at the stars as they form a river charting its course through the sky.

Tuckup Canyon Stars and Moonlight

Only then is that Canyon truly Grand.

The first trip

Today we return to the Hopi tribe in Arizona. Have you ever looked at something and asked yourself “who was the first person to do that”? Well here we are going on a trip down the Colorado River as a young Hopi is trying to answer the question of where the river ends that flows through the Grand Canyon.

Snake dance

Read from ‘Voices of the Winds, Native American Legends

Compiled by Margot Edmonds and Ella E. Clark

Book Cover

Tim R.

It is a privilege to read to the world.



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