Dewachen Ilg, chi-ld of the (Still) Wild River…pic by ilg
Aditisan’s first words were, “Why does everything sound soooo beautiful?” Aditisan, of course, was referring to the natural sounds of the varied birdsongs tap dancing across the tapestry of Brother Wind and of the song of the Sacred Headwaters rushing south through granite canyons as if intent upon meeting a much, much Higher appointment.
“Oh, my precious Little One,” replied Aditisan’s mother, “that is because you have been graced throughout your previous lifetimes to take incarnation as a Highly Treasured Mountain surrounded by the sounds of the dharma!”
“But what does ‘dharma’ mean, momma?” asked Child Mountain…