Tom Dancer's Gift of a White Bark Pine Cone.

Oliver, Mary

3. Tom Dancer's Gift of a White Bark Pine Gone You never know what opportunity is going to travel to you, or through you. Once a friend gave me a small pine cone-- one of a few he found in the scat of a grizzly in Utah, maybe, or Wyoming. I took it home and did what I supposed he was sure I would do-- I ate it, thinking how it had traveled through that rough and holy body. It was crisp and sweet. It was almost a prayer without words. My gratitude to you, Tom Dancer, for this gift of the world I adore so much and want to belong to. And thank you, too, great bear.