With the grandfather stones, the sand.
The first light of day.
The red and purple glisten of the setting sun.
The rising moon.
The fish, the air, an ancestral fog.
The falling leaves.
The geese, the ducks, the cranes, the soaring eagle.
The deep under currents, the waves, the wind.
The rain.
The lava of a continental rift 1.1 billion years ago.
Slow gliding glaciers.
Freshwater springs, trickling creeks, winding streams.
The life-blood of Mother Earth.
The stories, the songs, the prayers.
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| Keweenaw Bay, Lake Superior. Photo courtesy Jessica Koski. |
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