#middleforkofthesalmon

Before this world existed, the holy people made themselves visible by becoming clouds, sun, moon, trees, bodies of water, thunder rain, snow, and other aspects of this world we live in. That way, they said, we would never be alone. So it is possible to talk to them and pray, no matter where we are and how we feel. Biyázhí daniidlí, we are their little ones. 

Excerpt from Sáanii Dahataa  The Women Are Singing by Luci Tapahonso, University of Arizona Press.

“The mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins.

The forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams.

The ocean in my heart, it’s pounding is my pulse.

The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.”