Greetings, Dear Ones,

May all be well with anyone who happens upon this page… and may your everyday be a giving of thanks, a celebration of living. “Wellalioq” — Mik’maq for gratitude to all the directions.

And a poem in honor of one of the many ways Native folks have survived on this continent:

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“Land Preservation”

i.
It’s the way the mountains move
through my bones       Home:
many miles

from here

carried clear in my heart
Everywhere I am
Earth, our Great Mother,
holds the geography
of my body
reciprocally.

ii.
It’s the Indian women
Susan Deer heard about:
Indigenous Ancestors
who decided on marrying
white settlers - the richest ones -
that they might
keep some hold
of sacred ground.

How devastating.
How intelligent.

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May joy & laughter touch you deeply.

All Love,

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