As the cold, icy air eases in for the season, the moon of winter now rises in the eastern skies. A fine mist of snow powders the ground casting a bluish haze upon the quiet evening dusk, sparkling flakes, frost the evergreen limbs of the Tree with the Long Leaves. It is as if the forest itself awoke, and sat silently admiring its new seasonal coat. The footprints of our lives are recorded in the snow and leave a imprint of our existence, for those who follow the same paths, and to those whose paths were destined to cross. The Main Village marks time, as renewed traditional duties make busy for the keepers of the Ongwehonwe way of life. Families huddle closer, where warmth is also measured in degrees of love and compassion, each accepting fully, the required dignity and respect of an equally shared environment. As we continue together as family, thankful to once again see all of our tracks in the snow, Comfort is renewed in our hearts, when the clan fires of, the People of the Hills, continue to echo with Peace, and the power, of the good mind, here in the late winter moon of ….JYOTOWE’GÓ∙NAH.