Walking the forest path before the storm, I feel the surging, seething life of the land calling down the lightning. Ascending the highest hill, I send down roots and raise up branches and gather the wind that becomes the cry that calls you raining down.
In our Potawatomi creation story Skywoman falls down from the higher world to earth and is caught on the wings of the geese. ♥️ loved reading this, Migwetch!
Go raibh míle maith agat a chara don dán galánta
In our Potawatomi creation story Skywoman falls down from the higher world to earth and is caught on the wings of the geese. ♥️ loved reading this, Migwetch!
I feel so much power in the Images.
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Oh, I so would love feather coat ..