Freezing Moon

Sippin my coffee, the language of my father Binaakwe Giizis.

Nothing to do with current events except in the woods

You’ll notice the first frosts appearing and temperatures dropping significantly. It’s a time of transition as the land prepares for winter. Securing the house against the wind and snow, A time to gather up the harvest, preserving food for the long winter ahead. It’s also a time for the hunt to begin.

Other day I went checked in on Armydog, just as I left him last time, he’s still sounding like Armydog, this time, there was another Armydog at his table, what you hear is a Silver Star speaking

Not long after Armydog’s wifey says” I have a few things do in the sewing room, I’ll let you boys talk” it’s then I laughed. Armydog goes what’ so damn funny? Dog, I was thinking of my father’s calumet, his what? his pipe, told us to never share the pipe with a Woman, for they are powerful and on thier own time, so your lady is gonna allow us boys to talk, guess we know who runs this house ” ohh hush with a smile”. She went away.