Luna Snow Quotes

Sometimes in life, you’ll get a feeling in your gut, a feeling that pushes you to do or say something, and more often than not you end up living with regret if you ignore it.

Our elders say that ceremony is the way we can remember to remember. In the dance of the giveaway, remember that the earth is a gift that we must pass on, just as it came to us. When we forget, the dances we’ll need will be for mourning. For the passing of polar bears, the silence of cranes, for the death of rivers and the memory of snow. When I close my eyes and wait for my heartbeat to match the drum, I envision people recognizing, for perhaps the first time, the dazzling gifts of the world, seeing them with new eyes, just as they teeter on the cusp of undoing. Maybe just in time. Or maybe too late. Spread on the grass, green over brown, they will honor at last the giveaway from Mother Earth. Blankets of moss, robes of feathers, baskets of corn, and vials of healing herbs. Silver salmon, agate beaches, sand dunes. Thunderheads and snowdrifts, cords of wood and herds of elk. Tulips. Potatoes. Luna moths and snow geese. And berries. More than anything, I want to hear a great song of thanks rise on the wind. I think that song might save us. And then, as the drum begins, we will dance,

Snow duerme en un nudo: sus piernas recogidas y sus puños metidos, hombros encorvados, cabeza metida y los risos de su cabello en la almohada. Un poco de la luz de la luna se refleja en su piel de león.

Ever since childhood, books have been my way out, my escape from the shitty reality I live in.

As I watched the green leaves shrivel brown and fall, I longed for you. When the sun light seared upon the glistening snow, blinding me; with eyes squeezed tight, I waited for you. As countless people walked by about their lives; rejecting me, perhaps not even seeing me at all; with a devastating ache of loneliness; I endured for you.