Winter Camp

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world.”
— Ralph Waldo Emerson

Winter Camp Gale F. Trapp, 2013

Winter Camp
Gale F. Trapp, 2013

“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
— Henry David Thoreau

Game On

“The great spirit is our father, but the earth is our mother.

She nourishes us; that which we put into the ground she returns to us, and healing plants she gives us likewise.

If we are wounded, we go to our mother and seek to lay the wounded part against her, to be healed.

Animals too, do thus, they lay their wounds to the earth.

Game On Gale F. Trapp, 2012

Game On
Gale F. Trapp, 2012

When we go hunting, it is not our arrow that kills the moose however powerful be the bow; it is nature that kills him. The arrow sticks in his hide; and, like all living things the moose goes to our mother to be healed. He seeks to lay his wound against the earth, and thus he drives the arrow farther in. Meanwhile I follow. He is out of sight, but I put my ear to a tree in the forest, and that brings me the sound, and I hear when the moose makes his next leap, and I follow.

The moose stops again for the paint of the arrow, and he rubs his side upon the earth and drives the arrow farther in. I follow always, listening now and then with my ear against a tree. Every time he stops to rub his side he drives the arrow father in, till at last when he is nearly exhausted and I come up with him, the arrow may be driven clean through his body… ”

Bedagi, “Big Thunder” of the Wabanakis Nation

Sacred Ground

The Great Spirit is in all things. He is in the air we breathe. The Great Spirit is our Father, but the Earth is our Mother. She nourishes us…..That which we put into the ground she returns to us.
Big Thunder (Bedagi) Wabanaki Algonquin

The land is sacred. These words are at the core of your being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take our land away and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies.
Mary Brave Bird

Sacred Ground Gale F. Trapp, 2012

Sacred Ground
Gale F. Trapp, 2012

Treat the earth well. It was not given to you by your parents—it was loaned to you by your children.
Indian proverb

The ground on which we stand is sacred ground. It is the blood of our ancestors.
Plenty Coups, Crow