Learning to hold space & pray for those I love. A soul sister was going to go through serious surgery… she is a beautiful soul and I met her through our love of elk and respect of these animals which we also love to eat and adorn ourselves with. How can you love a live animal so much and yet love it after death? Take in nourishment, & collect the bones as found? Oh and delight in finding yearly sheds of antlers! I built this offering the evening before Nissas surgery, knowing that the elk that she honored so much, before and after the hunt and kill, making drums and rattles of the skins, praying over their life as they gave nourishment to her & her family, so much honor in her process …. that in turn the Elk medicine under my roof could come together and honor her right back. It is interesting to pass on this strength, across miles, to someone I haven’t met, yet don’t need to. We are kindred spirits. I felt it in my bones and she felt it right back.