Her bare feet: Portrait of an Indigenous Queen
Everyday she walked barefoot through the property, watching, listening. One day she said to me "the rain is coming now." How does she know, I wondered. Some days it just clouds with no rain. "Listen," she says. "You can hear it coming our way." It was like a drumbeat that I could only hear when she showed me how. And that's how it is with native ways. Someone, someone slow and connected enough, someone who knows there is gold inside of their ability to walk in peace, barefoot and at home in their nakedness, has to show us. Has to teach us to listen and hear and feel for ourselves what we really seek to know.