Near my village there is a cliff where the water’s fall tells of a time long ago. In that time, the lands of my foremothers knew no humans. Only the animals and the fish frolicked in the rivers, not the children of my tribe. When I was a girl, Grandmother sat with me at the edge of this cliff and told me that the waters are the blood of the land and so should never be burdened with what may sicken the earth.