02/14/2026
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403-289-8896 Cremona, Alberta
In this quiet forest, I do not perform.
I listen.
Light finds the feathers one by one,
like hands of ancestors checking on me,
like a dawn that remembers our names.
These wings are not for show.
They are a shelter.
They are a vow.
They say: protect what is sacred,
even when no one is watching.
I carry stories that survived fire, hunger, and forgetting.
I carry songs that were whispered when speaking was dangerous.
I carry the patience of cedar and the courage of stone.
So I open my arms to the sun,
and I let it pass through me,
not to make me brighter,
but to make me true.
May my steps be gentle.
May my heart stay strong.
May I walk forward
with the old ways beside me,
and the next generation ahead of me,
like a path of light through the trees.