…where there once was a river that had to been wide and deep but now a stream barely deep enough to wade in…I imagine her as she was in full life — plenty of fish to feed families, frogs hopping in the water the minute the little ones approach, dogs lapping up the water, cattails standing erect.  It is so rare that I even see cattails anymore that they feel like nostalgia to me.  Eerie.

Algae is forming..death is at the door because algae takes the oxygen from the water…

…and yet, the dragonflies and butterflies and waterwalkers tell me that all hope is not lost — that there is time for Mother Earth to heal if we stop destroying her and the life giving water that flows through her…

Mni Wiconi! (mini which oh nee)

Water is Life!