I went looking for light. In a grey world, it was all in the red osier dogwoods, stəktəkcxʷlɬp, the purifier, the beloved of moose. I spent some time with it as it turned into them.
It is the net of blood in the eye. Anything that passes through it will be guided by it, stroked, and shifted to follow its flows. You feel it all over your skin and over your chest and arms. You can step into it with purpose. You must step out of it with its flow.
Categories: Ethics, First Peoples, Grasslands, green technology, Light, Nature Photography, Spirit
Love the way you see the world. Last sentences – great.
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Thanks!
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