Synchronicity
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Hold out your hands and let me lay in them freshly picked sweetgrass. Hold it up to your nose. Find its fragrance. The sweet-smelling hair of Mother Earth. Breathe it in and you start to remember things you did not know you had forgotten......
I could hand you a braid of it, like that which hung down my grandmothers' back, but it is not mine to give, nor yours to take. It belongs to itself. So I offer, in its place, stories meant to heal the world. Of Knowledge, knowing, science, spirit and medicine for our broken relationships - Stories that allow us to imagine a place where people and land are good for each other....................
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I could hand you a braid of it, like that which hung down my grandmothers' back, but it is not mine to give, nor yours to take. It belongs to itself. So I offer, in its place, stories meant to heal the world. Of Knowledge, knowing, science, spirit and medicine for our broken relationships - Stories that allow us to imagine a place where people and land are good for each other....................
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