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The Hunt
The summer is winding down…….
I feel fall in the air,
The smell is different, the sun is moving, and the days are becoming shorter
And
My heart aches.
As I know, my sacred beings are preparing to journey to the place where creatures
go to watch over the people.
The spirit world.
My ancestors stayed alive, because our sacred deer gave themselves to us.
The old ones definitely did not know what a vegetarian was, it was mere survival.
They taught us to only take what is needed and nothin more, to ue every part of
what we take. The hunters cry, experience heartache and know what is taken
watches over. I learned this from my Father who took me on his hunts. I could not
bear it.
The winter is coming,
The songs in Tewa to honor the four leged
Are sung.
Beauty, soul, and the cycle of life……..
May I always remember
My part, my life, my lands are only here because of the sacred deer.
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