Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Good Medicine



You can never have enough good medicine

My brother the star, my mother the earth
My father the sun, my sister the moon
To live give beauty, to my body give strenght
To my corn give goodness, to my house give peace
To my spirit give truth, to my elders give wisdom

(Native American prayer)       

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Overkill

Overkill
When people move to Alaska, they must feel the need to wear as much fur as they possibly can.