Water Meets Stone

In the quiet rhythm of Running Eagle Falls, I found myself shedding the noise of modern life and listening instead to the strength of stillness. This prose reflects on the spirit of Brown Weasel Woman and the sacred resilience carved into the land, reminding me that power isn’t always loud—sometimes, it flows gently beneath the surface. Here, water meets stone, and I meet a part of myself I thought had been lost to the rush.