Before time was measured, the ancestors carved their stories into the stone—messages from the past, meant to guide the future. These petroglyphs, etched into the earth, remind us that all life is woven together, that no being stands alone.
The trees breathe so we may breathe. The rivers flow so we may drink. The animals teach us how to walk gently, to give and receive in balance. The wind carries our voices, whispering our prayers to the stars, where the spirits of our ancestors watch and guide us.
The carvings on the rock speak of unity, of respect for the land, of our sac
The trees breathe so we may breathe. The rivers flow so we may drink. The animals teach us how to walk gently, to give and receive in balance. The wind carries our voices, whispering our prayers to the stars, where the spirits of our ancestors watch and guide us.
The carvings on the rock speak of unity, of respect for the land, of our sacred duty to protect what has always given to us. They remind us that every step we take leaves an imprint—not only on the earth but on the hearts of those who come after us.
To honor creation is to honor ourselves, for what we give, we receive. What we harm, we harm in ourselves. The land remembers, the water remembers, and the stone holds the wisdom of those who came before.
We are all connected. We have always been. We will always be.
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