Together with the Spirits of Kindness, we can make a difference.
Mother Earth is Holding Us
You have come to the place of the great tree, where earth meet sky and spider travels between,
a place where the hoot of a owl means many things and a blazing sunrise can empty a long-forgotten cave. The waters here have many voices, and the rushes are gossips. Our footsteps can be heard by all the creatures who live here. We cannot move without being seen.
Tasara Jen Stone, The Ancient Bones of Ceremony