...what a day.
We began with breakfast, and then out to a place on the bank of the recently restored Elwah River, where they finally removed a dam that had been used for electric power for a logging mill; and the river and the salmon began to recover. (We were even told to be careful to keep dogs and people out of the river, so as not to disturb the spawning salmon. I thought I saw a seal swim by; then was told that yes, one seal had showed up to breakfast on the salmon.)
When we arrived, there were just a few women who were creating an altar on the sand to greet the folks who were gathering for a multi-faith support of the Standing Rock Sioux.
A contingent of the Elwah Klallan first people came as well. One of their oldest women, with a thin braid down to her knees, went around the whole circle, smudging every one of us. the younger ones sang, and read statements. Each group spoke. We all prayed on behalf of the brave folk who are trying to protect their ancestral lands and ancestors' graves, and the safety and health of the water that gives life.
The rest of the day was peaceful: I found walking shoes a light sweater-shirt at the local fabulous Goodwill; Diana and I went out for lunch, and to the local co-op.
Then we came home and I picked up where I had left off yesterday reading the entries of September, 2014.
Reading leaves me paticularly grateful to the kind and generous people who read and responded, who gave me the gift of not being all alone in my sorrow. I am so grateful.
Blessings; good night.
...what a day.