Be The Mountain

Be The Mountain


Standing in a high-elevation clearcut
Doing my thing
Wet cuffs

Selecting wild berries
In the shade of my straw hat
Having that bent posture of my ancestors

I straightened skyward and looked over to the neighboring glaciers.

"You are the mountain," a voice in the wind whispered. "Leave something behind, and then be the mountain."

Wise Woman
I now leave behind
any part of me that needed to compensate
Or medicate
Wounds that disappeared long ago
The ones that are invisible

Whatever I declare
It's not much of an offering
Without my promise

And a song of gratitude.

~Jennifer Mountain, 2014


Medicine Hoop Retreats, Argenta, BC, CANADA 250-366-0028 Jen Cookson 2013