A child of Life, a child of Motherearth.

Whether by foot, car, plane or by dreams.... these are my road trips of the Soul.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

In the hands of our Mother


I have been reminded of something my father told me "wherever you are it is still with our Mother,the earth."
So many emotions are swirling within me and I find myself in a quiet moment offering tobacco in prayer. This is a journey that my body has followed,carried by my soul. Nothing is forced, it is a flow and I surrender to it. Maybe all the lessons will not be understood until I am once more sitting in Ceremony with the heated rocks and songs of Inipi but I do know that this is not a detour but a deeper part of the mystery that is life.
The Oyate are never far from me and I can see everyone's faces in the darkness of quiet, a robe that covers me with the same comfort as the Star Quilt when upon the hill.
I am not going to be lost in the past or future but remain in the moment.. in the hands of our mother.

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