I love to go to bodies of water – for peace, support, calm, and feeling especially held. offering flowers or fruit means the world to me when I can. kay mentioned offering song to the ocean, and that made me realize I can also sing, especially when I hope some of my thoughts and feelings may be known. But I trust that water knows, regardless of what is said aloud in the words I am familiar with.
Friday, December 13: eucalyptus offering as rain falls into water
Wednesday, December 18th: especially clear vision of trees in water at dusk, light rain
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Above are two photos from a favorite watery place that native-land.ca says is located on Native Stl’pulmsh; Atfalati; Cayuse, Umatilla, and Walla Walla land; as well as the lands of the Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde and the Confederated Tribes of Siletz.
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passage from “water-memories”, chapter five of Ana-Maurine Lara’s Queer Freedom: Black Sovereignty
“Nana Yvette, Shis-Inday (Mescalero Apache) from the Texas-Mexico borderlands, holds her macaw feathers to the sky. She pulls clouds down with them, the feathers sweeping toward the earth. ‘Water carries all of the memory of our planet. That water–it may have started in an ocean, a river, a spring, but then it evaporates into the sky, and it becomes the clouds and then it rains down onto the earth. It is part of a closed system. It has within it all of the memories of the planet. It is the same water that is inside of us. That is why when we pray to the water, we are praying for all of humanity, too.’” (87)
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