As I drift amongst the silver seas of billowing grasses I sense an aliveness to this landscape.
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This animate quality reaffirms my place within the web of life and shows me, yet again, that I am not separate from it.
No wonder the Great Plains were sacred to the Seven Nations of the Sioux, the Očhéthi Šakówiŋ.
Looking at movement of the grass today, it is as though the spirit of the Grass Dancers from the Seven Council Fires lives on within these prairies.
Photo: Oat grasses on La Janda. Curtesy of the author.