When the hearts of the givers are filled with hate, their gifts are small.
Chief Plenty Coups, Crow, 1848
Ginger Kathrens named a blue roan stallion Plenty Coups in honor of the last Crow Indian chief.
I felt the sacredness in the crags and nooks of the ancient rocks. I sensed their secrets. I smelled mustangs.
Here is the mud, and there is the lotus that grows out of the mud.
We need the mud in order to make the lotus. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh