tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post1980629436975482788..comments2024-03-12T23:44:23.698-07:00Comments on The Gleewoman's Notes: Taking Elk Lines to the Elk LinesSylvia Linsteadthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17573366368541906101noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-70023468234122773012015-05-27T18:59:10.576-07:002015-05-27T18:59:10.576-07:00Sylvia this is profound. I am deeply touched by yo...Sylvia this is profound. I am deeply touched by your words, and by the depth of your own instinctive connection. I remember our day together so well, a fogtorn bit of it took up residence inside me and I've never been quite the same. To think, to see, to hear that you, songstress of this land, were already picking up on the heartcall of these Elk... well.... it gives me chills of awe and hope. Thank you Sylvia, for being the precious medicine listener, creator and weaver that you are. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-51270566992598493022015-05-14T10:41:33.725-07:002015-05-14T10:41:33.725-07:00I echo these words, Sylvia. I'm reading a book...I echo these words, Sylvia. I'm reading a book right now that I think you'd enjoy too; it's called "Make Prayers to the Raven" about the relationship the Koyukon people up in Alaska have with the animals and forests. I'm sure you've read "1491" yeh? Parts of that book really shocked me!Tiffany D. Davidsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07709739637831945313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-7213999502516415902015-05-10T02:39:46.513-07:002015-05-10T02:39:46.513-07:00I keep trying to leave a message, and it's not...I keep trying to leave a message, and it's not working! So sorry if you suddenly get lots of messages appear.<br />This is so very sad. What a funny world we live in that we go into space etc. but don't do the simple things well. Here in England often gamekeepers see Buzzards as vermin, because they eat the young pheasants they have bred for rich folk to drive around shooting.... beyond my comprehension to shoot for fun! Oh dear me.....<br />You treat every topic however sad with such beauty. <br />Much love and blessings to you. Xtrishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07991672363435843464noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-73521982685750076972015-05-07T14:25:36.561-07:002015-05-07T14:25:36.561-07:00This is so sad to read. And there are too many oth...This is so sad to read. And there are too many other stories and situations like this. I will send prayers for the elk and your thirst land into the ethers. Interestingly, I spent this evening journalling about how the landscapes that we find ourselves in tell their stories through us and inevitably shape our experiences and therefore our writing too. I'm in awe of the synchronisity because your story is testimony of that. Jodi Sky Rogershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01607048182001078419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-37291375225800760092015-05-07T14:22:15.865-07:002015-05-07T14:22:15.865-07:00What a heartbreaking story. I began reading your p...What a heartbreaking story. I began reading your post with such a comfortable happiness - having left it to the end of all my internet reading, so I could settle in with a cup of tea and really luxuriate in the beautiful writing - but you've taken me deeper than I expected, into the mist and earth roots and heart of your land, the heart of the elk. I truly believe if farmers allowed elk to share with their cows, there would be no lack, and probably much good. Why are so many of us afraid to give anything away?<br /><br />I often wonder the difference between a cow's value and that of a dog or cat. We would not slaughter our pets under hideous conditions (in factory farming, that is - not all farmers do this) in order to eat them, how can we justify doing it to a cow also? But then, I guess we can find a way to justify anything if we want to. <br /><br />By the way, congratulations on coming to the end of your novel. I know the unique issues of writing in serial form, and the wild, magical feeling when it's all done. sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03818420999930644450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2231002302671100139.post-13471296091534616342015-05-07T12:08:04.084-07:002015-05-07T12:08:04.084-07:00This post makes this animal grieve, as well. And i...This post makes this animal grieve, as well. And it makes her wonder what kind of prayers and love she can send to her Elk cousins. What kind of wishes for water. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com