Sacred Remembrance

Chief Seattle’s oration of 1854:

“The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?


Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.


The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father.


The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.


Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.


One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?


We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us. ***Chief Seattle.


She is a being upon which I stand. Creating more beauty in a brief few hours then the greatest human artist achieves in a lifetime.

Loving me with layers of beauty–

in the sights,

and the sounds,

and the smells,

and the tastes,

and the touch.

Mother Earth, I thank you and promise to do my best to love you.










Latest Comments

  1. Laurie Heim says:

    Julie, your photos and words are such a gift. Thank you. Have you ever considered publishing a coffee table book? So many people, including those who are cyber-savvy, really like having something they can look at and touch over and over. Consider Jim Brandenburg’s [worked 30 years at Nat Geo photographer] work: Chased by the Light. If you want to see it, I have a copy. Your work and words are on par, if not better, than his. Marketing, marketing…


    • Julie says:

      Thanks Laurie– what a compliment! You are kind, but I suspect me compared to Nat Geo is like acorn compared to towering oak. This was a pocket camera– no focus, no tripod, but I appreciate your kind words.


  2. Nurse Kelly says:

    Just stunning, Julie. And your words at the end completed it. Thank you for this today. xo


  3. Lynne says:

    Beautiful words from Chief Seattle!


  4. Eliza Waters says:

    Beautiful photos and words I wish they heeded in Washington then and now.


  5. derrickjknight says:

    A superb post, Julie. Haunting truths well illustrated


  6. D. Wallace Peach says:

    Beautiful words and photos, Julie. “Creating more beauty in a brief few hours then the greatest human artist achieves in a lifetime.” How true is that line if we stop to notice. I hope it’s not too late to embrace Chief Seattle’s words. I wonder if we will.


  7. oakcoveresort says:

    What a lovely history lesson. So thoughtfully displayed. Thanks for a “breath of fresh air” more thoroughly appreciated because of your words and pictures.


  8. JoAnna says:

    As I read this, I remembered reading this version of Chief Seattle’s message out loud in a college class many years ago. I had forgotten how moving the speech was. We need this message now more than ever. Your beautiful photos emphasize what a treasure we have been given.


  9. Amy says:

    What a remarkable post, Wow!!


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