Up above Yellow Pond…
…I was watching the succulent sun under my feet.
And learning a few things from the bunchgrass.
And other people.
All the time, I was not alone. When I stood up, my watcher left as well, and left me a gift.
I raise the moment in thanks to the Creator and to the Stswecem’c Xgat’tem, whose land this is.
Thank you for these weeks welcoming people home to the Earth. I have tried to fulfill this task with honour and respect. Blessed be.