It's a little after 1:00, and I just got home from the Spokane Indian Reservation. I sing every year at the first snow and serve our traditional Indian foods. This year I served huckleberries, white camas, deer stew, baked salmon, black moss, and "Indian Ice Cream." After dinner, we sang until late and prayed for our new road this coming year. I once heard an elder from Canada say that the snow covers our tracks from the previous year and makes everything new. I tend to agree.
As we finished singing, we went outside and the ground was covered in white, so it turns out I sang right on time. I'll sing again as the snow melts and gives way to spring.
As we finished singing, we went outside and the ground was covered in white, so it turns out I sang right on time. I'll sing again as the snow melts and gives way to spring.
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