
Grandmother’s Call
Only when we quiet ourselves long enough are we able to hear the Voice of our faded memory. Continue reading Grandmother’s Call
Only when we quiet ourselves long enough are we able to hear the Voice of our faded memory. Continue reading Grandmother’s Call
At times, I take for granted the life-giving, nourishing flow that returns mountain snow to the place they began. Yet, softly She calls — the River Willamette. Continue reading Sunset Song
Earth is our Mother. Without Her, we would die. The rivers and streams that flow through Her are our brethren, gifts of love from Grandmother Ocean and Grandfather Fire in the form of sunshine. They sustain us and give us life. Remembering our sacred connections with the Elemental Beings — who were all dreamed into existence before we humans entered this realm — remembering and … Continue reading Drinking Deeply from Sacred Roots