It’s so difficult for me to try and find the English words to express how I feel. How it feels to grieve. How it feels to grieve with the land. When I think about my Nehiyaw language, I think about how it might be to speak it. To be able to fully express my feelings, from my heart and spirit. But for now all I have is the English words that I piece together:

Grieving with the Land

The land holds me

Watches over me

Surrounds me with it’s loving waters 

The trees and wind move through me

The sun brings hope, brings healing 

They dance until dawn

They tell me it will be okay 

Cheyenne Rain LeGrande ᑭᒥᐊᐧᐣ, 2021