We envision people and land feeding and honoring one another in an authentic learning journey of stewardship, vitality, intactness, and balance.
Here I touch the Earth
Can touch the stars at night
When I awaken the moon
Shines a light that holds me
While Earth sinks into shadows
At the end of the day sunset
And clouds color the sky
Flames in the fire pit grow brighter
Smoke clings to my hair my clothes
The wind takes rest
The air cools someone sings
Plays the guitar others bring drums
A woman jumps into the hoop
Spins it round and around
Dances the beat
The Earth says 'here'
How many we are quail
Deer rabbit and bear
Tracks to follow
Lizard pastes himself at the top
Of the tipi at the fork in a tree
Feel the heat of the sun
The wind on my skin watch the way
Shadows creep across the sand
This is how the Earth moves
Asks for my attention listen
Raven calls
Up canyon the spring pours water
Downstream a whisper says 'there's more
Than a heartbeat in this place'
Bettina T. Barrett
a Quail Springs elder
October 1, 2004 |
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