Burning cedar and a smoky cool morning
A formation of white cranes flies over the water
The sun is impatiently waiting for permission
To rise over the hills and to warm the howling winds
Where a waking is occurring upon the shoreline
And a drowsy eye-opening birth into this world.
Sing your songs and play your drums
Dance your dances and say your prayers
And invite the sun to join you
For there is no greater medicine
For healing all things that need healing
Most especially yourself.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
graphite with digital manipulation