In honor of the life-givers and future generations
“My daughter was five when she saw her first grizzly bear.
I told her then, as I have told her every time since, to observe the grizzly closely,
to watch every movement, and to count the colors the light paints in its fur.
I explained to her then as I do now, that she needs to do this because
one day she may have to explain to her children what it was like
to be in the presence of a grizzly – as if these instruments of
colonial domination again have their way, the grizzly – the Ancient One –
will be taken from the land, and the earth will grieve for the loss of its soul.”
Náhkȯxho’óxeóó’ėstse (nephew of Don Shoulderblade).