The land has a story to tell.
It is dripping in the sap on the trees,
humming beneath the bubbling streams,
weaving its way through the forests,
stretched thin but strong, like a spiderweb.
The story of the land is forgotten,
covered up by years of colonization,
and yet, it cannot be overcome.
The land has always existed, and
the land keeps existing, so
stories keep existing and they cannot
be forgotten, no matter how hard we try.
Place your hands on the ground.
Lay your body in the dirt.
Talk to the plants inside your home.
Write love letters to Mama Earth.
Float on water and listen.
We have been removed from the land,
our very bodies, our very beings.
Something in the relationship has been
broken, never to be repaired again—
we one day hope to be is to
begin listening again to those
stories that are returning us home
to ourselves, one another, and our Mother.
a quiet walk in the woods,
a prayer for forgiveness,
a quick kiss on the cheek,
so we continue each other,
forever and ever until the very end.