Conversations
The stories are missing. I cannot hear your stories. Dear ones singing in silence before me now, can you show me your stories? This one would sit & listen & carry them forward & disperse them in the world like a dandelion puff exploding in the wind. Please, share your stories with me so that I can also touch the earth & know myself in this way too.
Tell me with your eyes; i am listening
You are not invisible, to me
Time is a circle
Look ahead, to go back
The earth accepts all things, whether sweet or fowl
The ground upon which I stand
The forest that surrounds me
The call of the ocean; the sea that enfolds me
I touch the sun
it does not burn me
You are still here
I am also (still) (here)
I offer my thanks to the Hallie Ford Museum of Art & its patrons & First Nations Artists transforming traditional forms of expression, to Mother Earth for her abundance & care, & to the Bodhisattvas guiding us gently.
I offer this work as a gift in praise of all past, present, & future ancestors that we may all continue making good conversations with each other, all creatures, & the land that carries us.
