Supernova…

Clover

In the shamanic traditions of the grasslands, the ground we walk upon is also the other world, where the dead walk among the stars. It is only a frozen shell of identity that keeps us from walking there.

Sun …

Dandelion (with Beetle)

They open, and shine. They close, and develop seeds. They open and lose them to the wind. Open, close, open and … puff! That’s like turning the sun into breath. The Chinook Wawa language of this place, Oregon Territory, was Poh!, which is the sound you make when you purse your lips and blow the seeds off a dandelion. Ah, such light we make of the sun!

Stars…

Salsify, Waiting for the Wiind

Poh!

Moon…

Not the planetary body, but the poplars.

Earth…

Spider, Travelling Across Non-Indigenous Human Social History

Be. Here.