Walking Through the Seasons (Pre-order 2024)
Where your journey begins, in the waters of the earth, the breath of the wind, and through the whispers of our ancestors.
"Close your eyes and listen—the earth has always carried your story. In the quiet moments, the voices of your ancestors rise 'in the breath of the' wind, reminding you that you are part of something eternal. Every step you take awakens the ancient connection between you and the land, a bond that calls you to remember who you truly are."
Our world view is defined by our oral history and stories, cultural tradition and customs which are interwoven with the land.
The artistry, that is storytelling, comes from a place of feeling, remembering and imagination. It can also come from a place of truth and observation. Furthermore, it offers insight into the way we teach and the way we listen. Gifted listeners become even greater storytellers. Our ancestral knowledge and teachings rely on storytelling to perpetuate our way of life and wellbeing. Many of our stories map out our ancestral homelands, preserve cultural teachings, and instill morals and values important to our place in the natural world.
Each detail paints a picture, each picture paints a memory, and each memory is a gift that we share. ~ Excerpt from Walking Through The Seasons
Where your journey begins, in the waters of the earth, the breath of the wind, and through the whispers of our ancestors.
"Close your eyes and listen—the earth has always carried your story. In the quiet moments, the voices of your ancestors rise 'in the breath of the' wind, reminding you that you are part of something eternal. Every step you take awakens the ancient connection between you and the land, a bond that calls you to remember who you truly are."
Our world view is defined by our oral history and stories, cultural tradition and customs which are interwoven with the land.
The artistry, that is storytelling, comes from a place of feeling, remembering and imagination. It can also come from a place of truth and observation. Furthermore, it offers insight into the way we teach and the way we listen. Gifted listeners become even greater storytellers. Our ancestral knowledge and teachings rely on storytelling to perpetuate our way of life and wellbeing. Many of our stories map out our ancestral homelands, preserve cultural teachings, and instill morals and values important to our place in the natural world.
Each detail paints a picture, each picture paints a memory, and each memory is a gift that we share. ~ Excerpt from Walking Through The Seasons
Where your journey begins, in the waters of the earth, the breath of the wind, and through the whispers of our ancestors.
"Close your eyes and listen—the earth has always carried your story. In the quiet moments, the voices of your ancestors rise 'in the breath of the' wind, reminding you that you are part of something eternal. Every step you take awakens the ancient connection between you and the land, a bond that calls you to remember who you truly are."
Our world view is defined by our oral history and stories, cultural tradition and customs which are interwoven with the land.
The artistry, that is storytelling, comes from a place of feeling, remembering and imagination. It can also come from a place of truth and observation. Furthermore, it offers insight into the way we teach and the way we listen. Gifted listeners become even greater storytellers. Our ancestral knowledge and teachings rely on storytelling to perpetuate our way of life and wellbeing. Many of our stories map out our ancestral homelands, preserve cultural teachings, and instill morals and values important to our place in the natural world.
Each detail paints a picture, each picture paints a memory, and each memory is a gift that we share. ~ Excerpt from Walking Through The Seasons
Before the humans spoke, the earth spoke first, and I will tell you the story the way my grandfather told me, through the language of the plants, through the magic of our ancestors and for the love of our people.
“High in the mountains where our nupika and ancestors still speak to us, live plants, insects, and animals that are rarely seen. These plants, insects and animals have their own stories and speak their own language (ʔa·kⱡukaqwum). This is the story of the plants gift”.
The old chief sang with the wind and strolled along the mountain tops – he gave thanks for the breeze and for the warmth of the morning sun. He offered a song and a prayer to the ancestors before he rested a top a stone. With his weathered hands he felt the stone, his fingers traced each line and crack that told its story – the old chief knew the mountains came to rest here long before his time and they would continue to rest here long after he was gone. In his moment of quiet the chief had a vision and a calm enveloped him. Through this calm the ancestors and nupikanin̓tik invited him to their fires. ~ Excerpt from “Walking Through The Seasons”.
