April 10

Don't give me your labels or those
causes you travel under. I respond to you--not
what you call yourself.
If you insist that I must accept your labels
and all the wrappings that go with them, where is
the room and opportunity to know the real person?
A rare friendship meets on common
ground of hope and need and tender feelings--not
on the strength of names and labels and challenges.
We are simply friends. I see your smile.

To have a friend and to be true under any and all
trials is the work of a man.

By: Joyce Sequichie Hifler

The Earth and myself
are of one mind.
PERCE, 1848-1904

Did You Know?
A potlatch is a lavish ceremo-
nial feast of the Northwest
Coast tribal communities where
extravagant gifts are exchanged
between host and attendees.

A great dog to know and love

Laska Barking Dog Georgeson