When we are finally a people of the land, we will know how to speak and what words to use. Until then, let’s celebrate those who live this life already.
The ones who will keep right on speaking, generation after generation.
The ones who make their beds every night in the snow. When we finally live as creatures of this land, we will know how to speak the complex ideas that fascinate us.
We will not feel compelled to celebrate abundance while fencing it off from people to increase its monetary value.
We will know what value is.
It will be revealed all around us.
We will simply walk into it.
We will simply row ourselves across the sky.
We won’t say bird anymore. Or pie. We will say, Oh,…
… there I am.
Blessed be.
Categories: Earth, First Peoples, Grasslands, Land, Light, Nature Photography, Other People, Spirit, Sun
Okanagan Okanogan 
Oh. Oh. Oh.
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A beautiful gift to us all
thank you
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Beautiful.
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There I am
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Thank you for this beautiful and profound meditation! I needed that today! Bless you, and all who live on and speak for the land! May you be well!
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Lovely winter scenes
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As always, a special time of year, not least of all among all the relations. Thanks for sharing. Best wishes going forward with the turning of the seasons.
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Beautiful. Thank you!
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