I feel the struggle and care native people have for this land.
I found hawk feathers. Was it injured? Another landed outside my window to kill a bird. I found little feathers scattered on the grass. Everything comes together in a world of feathers
Gratitude for the mother tree who gives us a breath of fresh air, water to drink, and the earth we stand on.
A personification of the Salmon River estuary blows wind through the forest from lips colored with ochre, and all are in harmony.
Wapiti (Elk) walk all over the land. I find Wapiti hair caught in the barbed wire fence up high on Cascade Head, and Wapiti teeth and bone in a far away forest. I took the teeth and bone, but I prayed for them.
Prayer: Gratitude for being alive, now you go to the Wapiti spirit world.