Shaudawn

tanisi!

I was born on the dusty plains within the Yellowstone River valley where I chased antelope & jackrabbits, and scared unwary foxes. Its sandstone rock made my bones. Its water, born of geysers, made my blood. Its cottonwoods wove my skin. Its winds filled my lungs with air.  

Eventually I went to the Southwest deserts to learn. I returned north, and eventually came under the shadow of the mountain properly called Takhoma, the Mother of Waters, overlooking the Salish Sea, where I pretend to do important things.