Everyday if we only acknowledge the multitude of reasons, surely we could get to million quite easily. Each breath we take, every beat of our heart, all that our eyes take in and our brain to process the view… on and on… there is so much.
And today my youngest sister and her family remain safe as a tornado ravages neighborhoods mere miles from her home in Alabama.
A million and one… Pilamaya Pilamaya
Putting up prayers for those who have suffered losses.
…purple finch, osprey, pied-bill grebe, Canada goose, Cooper’s hawk, Steller’s jay, American crow, red-winged blackbird, robin, evening grosbeak, chestnut-sided chickadee, black-capped chickadee, song sparrow, gold-crown sparrow, towhee, red-breasted nuthatch, mallard, yellow-rumped warbler, starling, Anna’s hummingbird, Rufus hummingbird, junco, band-tailed pigeon, northern flicker, raven and great blue heron….
It’s always a good day on Echo Lake.
Baby moccasin were sewn in the studio today. These sweet little shoes are sewn in a Plains Indian styling. They make wonderful gifts for expectant parents and new babies at just $35. They can be sewn in any color, I use the softest deer hide or split suede. The shoes shown here are split suede deer hide with blue glass bead work. The shoes can be beaded as shown, fringed or left humble.
Children sizing also available.
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin
Many fish are jumping on a glassy Echo Lake, the lake having been stocked by Washington Fish and Wildlife just a few days ago. Most of the day, a pair of Osprey have circled on the wing. They will tuck their long slender powerful wings, into a dive they go either pulling up at the last moment or splashing feet first into the water. The splash is huge! The Osprey comes up without a fish more often than it makes a catch. Whether with or without, the Osprey will always give a shake once a few feet off the surface of the lake to shed the water from it’s feathers. For some reason I never tire of seeing this quick motion. As the Osprey casts off the lake water, it delights me, I watch eagerly for that moment. Odd perhaps yet true. Song birds fill the air with their sweetest mating and contact calls. Yesterday I sat with a lovely circle of nine women to guide them in the crafting of their personal medicine bags. They were so respectful of themselves, each other and sacredness of their work. Today I have chosen to be still enjoying the quiet of this Easter Sunday when families are gathering, cheerful voices along with the birdsong. No one is mowing their lawn – thankfully. The thin clouds are giving way to blue sky. The sun is illuminating the late afternoon, it’s own resurrection, a rebirth from behind the grey clouds. It’s always a good day on Echo Lake.