Hope In Another
A Sweet Breath of TIme Passing
After Celilo
all they had to do was ask us
at play in the fields of the lord
being and becoming
does anyone know where the love of god goes
enough
in the beginning was the bird
liminal space
native wisdom
pilgrims at low tide
sanctuary
tell everyone on this train i love them
the birthplace of compassion
The communion of saints
The Language of Stillness
the listening kind
the shape of her story
truth and reconciliation
we are all wounded creatures
you never know its the last until it's gone forever
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