I tell my daughters our trees give birth to the clouds, making water visible; breathing it into awareness.
Misty tendrils rise from the Sitka spruce and alders, nurturing our mountains and homes,
gathering, rising, holding, releasing, cleansing, sustaining us all.
Justice in action.
Breathe life into this cycle:
Be the healing we see and feel in our waters every day as we
lean our faces to the sky and gain nature’s cleansing kiss.
Drink in the rhythms of the rain;
bathe your souls in our channels.
Return to Mama.