I met a papyraceus (not in real life, but it was still real)

I inhaled deeply and smelled the scent flood my sinuses; a thick trickle of oh so sweet sensation,  practically dripping down my throat. At least for a while, I could taste the fragrance, and it spoke back to me:

If I seem so it's all because of them and how they have nurtured me.

do giraffes do yoga?

such elegance

such grace

Home is the Hunter

“…when the Cree speak of their land they mean more than just the ground on which they stand…..What they mean by land is the  entire multidimensional web of beings that occupies eastern James Bay: people, animals, plants, earth. So their story is one of place, but also one of  the complicated relationships --- physical and metaphysical, human and other-than-human --- that have shaped land and people together. The land is full of their names, their stories, their personal memories about these relationships, and all of these inhabit the remembered earth. These narratives, even if they remain something of a mystery,  a linguistic and symbolic world that we are as unprepared for as we are to make our living by hunting on the land of the bay, become a responsibility for anyone who wishes to speak about the Cree and their land. The responsibility is to remember that these stories are not curiosities, but, rather, have past and present meaning on the land.”

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