When I remember . . .
I remember the land
I remember the wind
I remember the wisdom
I remember knowing
Knowing the land
Knowing the weather
Knowing the rooted ones
Knowing the seasons
Knowing the dreaming
I remember knowing the rhythms
The rhythms of life
The rhythms of Earth
The rhythms of the stars
The rhythms of the animals
The rhythms of my people
I remember all having its place
In the grand scheme
Its own step in the grand dance
Its own strand to spin in the grand web
~Barbara Brown
