The Beaver

The Beaver gnaws and feeds on the Spirit of the Birch and the Weeping Willow.  The crystal tears with hues of pink run down my cheeks as I journey through this sacred land called Mother Earth.  The wind breathes in and out through my being as rays of light from the glorious Sun shines upon my Spirit.  The prairie grasses blow in the wind holding their roots firm to the rocks and soil.  The seeds of hope, compassion, love, growth and beautiful bounty are spread through their breath. ~ Theresa Dolata (The South Dakota Fall Trip 2010)