In my country, human consciousness is created when human animals engage in the weaving of the earth together with its spiritual stories. They are often recorded in the land, waiting to be sung again. This is one of those story bundles, high above Kalamalka Lake. This is Coyote Bluff. Think: the Library of Alexandria.

That’s hawk on the left, looking south, but keeping an eye on us, as hawk’s do.

Yeah, that’s gopher in front. Gopher looks worried. By measuring our selves against this story, and measuring the living land against it, we become the land walking.