A Raven Guards My Soul

The Raven caws, sitting on the wire. His head moves back and forth comically and he peers sideways at whomever is around. Then he hops on the road, eating the flesh of oysters he's dropped and cracked open. But all the time Raven is somewhere else, flying through different worlds, an eternal sky of unending variation. Here, the prayers and the songs of the people are his music. With a flap of black wings, he ushers in the truth as a wind: We are never to be separate from Mother Earth. All creatures breathe the same air, we are all relations. She is our source and we are her creation.