18/30 gifts

My hair smells of sweetgrass 

And my belly is full with tea, and berry soup, stew and bannock

My feet remember the rhythm of the round dance drum

Even if it took all day to find it

And I am grateful for the gifts of stories and opportunity

This girl away from home, always seeking, embraced by a new circle and Elders willing to claim her and teach her

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