These photographs are several days old, but I forgot to post them at the time. Actually, they remind me of my previous post regarding the soul. According to one source, the traditional Salish definition of the human soul relates to the substance that "lines" a human being, like the lining of a garment. In these photographs, evidence of the soul abounds. The trees sleep beneath the winter snow, but the ethereal lining retains life.
The snow itself is like a soul-lining over all the earth. I once heard a tribal elder from Canada speaking of the snow, how it covers the land and erases our footsteps from the previous year. "The snow covers our tracks," she said. Winter is a spiritual time when nature sleeps yet comes alive in our dreams.
The snow itself is like a soul-lining over all the earth. I once heard a tribal elder from Canada speaking of the snow, how it covers the land and erases our footsteps from the previous year. "The snow covers our tracks," she said. Winter is a spiritual time when nature sleeps yet comes alive in our dreams.
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