They say the Earth rests upon the back of a great Turtle — ancient, steady, and strong. Its shell carries the land we call home, the forests that whisper our stories, the rivers that remember our names, the mountains that echo with the songs of those who came before.
Upon this sacred shell, the spirit of the people rises — a keeper of memory, a weaver of prayers, a guardian of the connection between all living things. She carries the songs of the ancestors, sending them to the sky, where the sun burns bright, the moon listens softly, and the stars watch with ancient eyes.
We do not walk alone.
Every step we take is held by Turtle's back.
Every breath we draw belongs to the Earth, the Sky, and the endless blue that surrounds us.
The sun reminds us to rise with strength.
The moon teaches us to reflect with grace.
The stars carry the promises made by those who walked before.
And beneath it all, Turtle carries the world — steady, patient, eternal.
The land is not just dirt beneath our feet.
The rivers are not just flowing water.
The sky is not just empty space.
The land is spirit.
The rivers are memory.
The sky is hope.
And Turtle — Turtle is the heart that holds it all.
We are the children of Turtle Island — woven into the Earth, carried by ancient strength, called to remember who we are.
When we honor the land, the land will always honor us.
