The Mother of Songs,
The Mother of our land, Born us, in the beginning
She is the mother of all, races of all men, and of all tribes.
She is the mother of the thunder, of the rivers, trees, and grain.
She is the only mother we have, she alone
is the mother
of all things
(Repeat 2 times)
A while back, I had my mother write out a song I was hearing by a Navajo medicine man. She wrote out this and I kept it. I believe it relevant as to a new start in my art development and evolution. A friend had texted me a message after my birthday saying, “Hope you have a great one (birthday) and an adventurous year ahead!” I will try…