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08/29/2026

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Libertarian candidate Holly M. Butler has announced her campaign for the Wyoming House of Representatives in House District 54, offering voters a choice focused on individual liberty, limited government, personal responsibility, and constitutional principles. Butler is running as a Libertarian candi...

08/27/2026

08/21/2026

Owner Holly Butler will be on the Ballot in November.

Follow the journey:
Campaign Website: www.holly4hd54.com
Campaign Email: [email protected]
Campaign Facebook: Holly Butler for House District 54
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08/11/2026

Grandmother Turtle and the Sky Within

She carries the seasons on her back
and the memory of stars in her bones.

Before the first fire was named,
before the rivers learned their songs,
Grandmother Turtle rose from the deep silence
with the old world resting gently on her back.

In her shell lived the turning of time—
winter breathing in silver frost,
spring opening her pink hands to the earth,
autumn scattering amber prayers through the trees,
and summer pouring gold across the pines.

She moved slowly,
but her slowness was sacred.
For the elders knew
that what travels close to the earth
hears what the hurried heart cannot.

Above her, the heavens spiraled—
a great wheel of stars,
a river of spirits,
a doorway of light beyond human sight.
And within her dark, shining eyes
slept the wisdom of moonlit waters
and the mystery of beginnings.

She was not only an animal.
She was a keeper.
A carrier of worlds.
A living prayer stitched together
with sky, stone, water, and breath.

The forests leaned toward her.
The mountains kept watch.
The flowers bloomed in her silence
as if they recognized an ancient relative.
Even the sun, proud and bright,
laid a warm hand upon her shell
and called her daughter of endurance.

The old ones say
that every season is a teaching.
Winter teaches stillness.
Spring teaches trust.
Summer teaches gratitude.
Autumn teaches release.
Grandmother Turtle carries them all
without complaint,
without fear,
without forgetting.

So when your spirit feels lost
beneath the noise of the world,
remember the sacred turtle.
Walk slower.
Listen deeper.
Let the stars return to your thoughts.
Let the earth steady your heartbeat.

For you were never separate
from the river,
from the forest,
from the turning sky.
You, too, are part of the great circle—
a small flame inside a larger mystery.

And somewhere beyond the last spoken prayer,
Grandmother Turtle still moves through the cosmos,
carrying blossoms, snow, sunlight, and stars,
whispering to those who are quiet enough to hear:

“Be patient with your path.
Honor the seasons within you.
The Creator hides wonders
inside all living things.”

🎨 Artist and author: Jay Stone

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07/31/2026

The Turtle Who Carries the Stars

Before the first fire learned to speak,
the Great Turtle rose from silent water,
carrying mountains upon her shell
and the footprints of those who came before.

One side of her dreams beneath the stars,
where the river becomes a silver road
and the voices of the ancestors
travel softly through cedar and smoke.

The other side awakens with the sun,
where dancers lift their prayers to the sky,
and every drumbeat calls the spirit home
to the circle that has no ending.

At the center stands the sacred staff,
bound with feathers, earth, and memory—
a bridge between the world we touch
and the unseen world that watches us.

The turtle moves slowly, yet never forgets.
She remembers every campfire story,
every child who listened beside the water,
every name carried away by the wind.

When moonlight rests upon her ancient shell,
the four directions open like hidden doors,
and the river whispers one eternal truth:

We do not walk alone—
the land remembers,
the stars are listening,
and our ancestors still walk beside us.

🎨 Artist and author: Jay Stone

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07/27/2026

The Turtle Who Remembers the First Sunrise

At the edge of the sacred water,
beneath a sky painted with fire,
the ancient turtle rises slowly,
carrying silence upon its shell.

The moon has watched its long journey.
The rivers remember its name.
Within every pattern on its back
rests a story older than mountains.

It moves between water and earth,
between dreaming and waking,
guided by the quiet voices
of ancestors beneath the stars.

The palms bend toward the evening,
and the waves begin to whisper:
Walk gently upon the living world,
for every footprint becomes a memory.

The turtle does not fear the darkness.
It knows the night is only a doorway,
and beyond it waits another dawn,
bright with the breath of the Creator.

In its patient heart lives sacred wisdom—
strength does not always roar,
and the spirit reaches its destination
by honoring every step of the path.

So when your soul grows weary,
listen beside the moonlit shore.
The ancient turtle is still traveling,
carrying the prayers of the people home.

🎨 Artist and author: Jay Stone
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07/27/2026

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07/26/2026

The Turtle Who Holds the Spirit of Creation

Beneath the endless sky of ancestors,
where rivers dream and mountains sleep,
the sacred turtle carries the world,
holding the wisdom of waters deep.

Upon his shell, the stories are written,
of eagle, wolf, bear, and sea.
Each mark is a breath of creation,
each symbol remembers who we are meant to be.

The ancient ones whisper through starlight,
the moon speaks softly to the land.
The turtle walks between worlds unseen,
guided by a sacred hand.

He carries the heartbeat of Mother Earth,
the rhythm of seasons, the voice of the rain.
Through storms and endless winters,
his spirit remains unbroken and unchanged.

The crystal waters reveal his vision,
the winds awaken the songs of old.
A guardian of balance and harmony,
with a soul more precious than gold.

When the stars gather above the heavens,
and the universe begins to sing,
the turtle carries the dreams of ancestors,
the eternal circle of everything.

🎨 Artist and author: Jay Stone
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