Greetings Friends and Neighbors, After days under the steady influence of North Wind, morning dawns calm and clear. Warm. Stepping from the house onto soft ground, I speak, “Good morning East, where Sun, Father Sun, you rise now from beyond the end of the old road leading down toward the broad Lake. You’ve come to grant us another day, and might our movements here gather together like a great Song, so to sing human beauty back into the World. Good morning South, home of the warm, moist and most powerful Wind,
I think humbled, unsure of what to do, and just a wee bit more educated, is how I feel coming away from your article, from Behren's book (wow!) which I just finished, and from Nicole Eustace's book Covered With Night (double wow!).
I look forward to knowing the response of the St. Regis Band of Mohawk.
Aaah thanks for this, Adam.
I think humbled, unsure of what to do, and just a wee bit more educated, is how I feel coming away from your article, from Behren's book (wow!) which I just finished, and from Nicole Eustace's book Covered With Night (double wow!).
I look forward to knowing the response of the St. Regis Band of Mohawk.
I have so much to learn.
-Brooke.