His Grandmother was a Blackfoot Medicine Woman
By Sarah Hazard
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1 min readFeb 6, 2017
His words came gently, yet powerful.
Dark skin, leathered and worn,
deep voice, weathered and torn for his people.
Five senses he said-
Sight, smell, sound, touch, and taste.
Use them all.
I thought of the bustling parks, the “wilderness” —
the distractions.
To know the science is one thing, he said,
and to know the feeling of mist from a waterfall on your face is another.
To feel, and to know why you are feeling.
To focus on the tiny specks of water that landed on your cheeks.
To know that you are a small piece of the nature around you.
To want to lie down in the dirt and let the water fall on you,
so that you can be sure it is real.
