tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106148200123032697.comments2011-09-14T01:18:58.287-07:00White Buffalo Calf Woman Twin Deer Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13272264200755227853noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1106148200123032697.post-18744412474116591062010-03-27T14:32:11.293-07:002010-03-27T14:32:11.293-07:00Gratitude fills our hearts with joy every day, bringing us sustenance to go out and play. To bee (impossible flight of a dream) good children who know our way. Glory for another brand new day. Joy has arisen to fill our hearts again, the gratitude of the wind. The sky that holds us so close to the air, where God does blow in the winds. Let us walk into green grass fields, where the sun rises to tarry along, to offer us the night sky, to bellow the song to the stars. Here we know where we belong, where the "Cloud People" show us the way!TwinDeerMother@WhiteBuffaloCalfWoman.Orghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07751327230640896789noreply@blogger.com