Feathers And Bones

Hear me, four quarters of the world-- a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth. Give me the eyes to see and the stren...

Ice mountain melted ages ago and made this ridge, this place of changes. Now we are rooted in it, we of the old ones, we of the new ones fro...

I stand before the Earth Maker and offer my unspoken prayer. My head is held high in worshipful silence before the great Mystery above. I lo...