Familiar songs weaving their way
throughout our lineage -
reminding, healing, and holding
Singing us stories of survival - saying out loud in the
face of Pure Evil;
”We see you and know your horrors,
WE’RE. STILL. HERE”.
Like the sound of my brother
who traveled all the way from Spirit’s world
in his Grandmother’s old canoe
just to put his arm around me
when I was in need.
These songs are the unbreakable ones.
They have made my suffering
into a bow string,
and my body into
a straight and deadly arrow.
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Don’t believe the hype.
The real holy blood
that gave you life
came from your Mother.
Between every blade of Sweetgrass
there is the whisper
of those who inhabited this land before.
the ones who left their offerings,
and loved Nature as their own
flesh and blood…