There is an unease to this end of May; an uncertainty that I hoped would be shed in April as the elk shed their antlers. We found this elk skull — antlers still intact— far from the cities. A different space and place, but similar struggles and scars of a ravaged past that reverberate to this day. Will June bring the promise of healing, transformation, and true change? No time to hesitate— before too long we all are like this elk skull; a story shed.
