[Nomad Necklace -- White Buffalo :: sterling silver, copper, enamel, prehnite, trade beads & aventurine]
There’s just something about bison that shouts *interior West* to me. He’s like a ponderosa pine tree — a grandfather to so many things, a ghost, a spring creek, the black of a thunderstorm against the Rockies front, the bulk of the Tetons erasing the sky, the rumbling belches of Yellowstone…a pair of train tracks headed for the horizon, grey wolves, cowboy boots, patchwork quilts, rough and ready folks…you know, the things that stitch the massive and wild territory of the interior West together.
I think once we make it here, we’re all stuck like glue to the continental divide, the rise and the fall of it, like so many bison in days gone by. We’re rivers running, wind sweep, bee sting and the stink of blooming sagebrush on the wide frontier.
This is the white buffalo. Something extra special: peace bringer. He holds a pale green hope in the echoing broadness of his chest.