The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul. (AWESOME whomever wrote this and sent it THANKS!
John Hollow Horn of the Oglala Lakota tribe~ “Some day the earth will weep, she will beg for her life, she will cry with tears of blood. You will make a choice, if you will help her or let her die; and when she dies, you too will die.
The Wild Woman has a deep love of Nature, A love for the Ancient Mother, though possibly misunderstood, It has always been in her. When she goes into the wilderness a part of her is Soul is going home.