Today, I like to walk in the local cemetery and imagine a half dozen Lenape wigwams with the children running and playing. I like to commune with the two red tailed hawks who hunt there and with the fat groundhogs and squirrels that live in this small paradise.
I believe our Great Mother is dying before our eyes. Our world has become a hospice. There is not a lot of time left.
Plant your love and let it grow
Lenapehoking
http://www.talk-lenape.org/introduction.php
