Richard Wagamese

There are mornings here when the quiet comes to fill you.

The land is a sacred being. You learn that when you spend enough time with her.

There’s an old cast iron woodstove on the corner of the deck overlooking the lake. It used to heat this cabin. Now it’s been replaced by a newer, more efficient model.

My people tell a story of a raven who dreamed of eagles. It seems a young raven grew fascinated with the majestic flight of those great warrior birds.