Signposts from Tunkasila

Deja vu .
No road trip is without a little detour. Maybe a search for food and a chance to stretch those legs.
That road looks interesting. Oh hey, check that out.. let's go take a look.
Dirt tracks and the mystery of a butte across the way. An artistic photo opportunity, a place to Pray and make offerings. Or maybe the invitation from friends and family to stop in. Take a break and share some stories (the chance of a shower and laundry often does the trick).
The thing I have come to know is that Tunkasila will always let you know.
Sometimes the spirits have made things happen to keep me still. To wait without being aware of waiting (those lights stayed red for years). Other times every light you come to is green.
But the thing I like most are the Signposts from Tunkasila. There are no warnings. Just that moment of Deja vu. It's a moment of catching up with yourself and being shown you are exactly where you are supposed to be...... and then we are off. The road trip continues and no map is a guarantee. Just stay true to the direction in your soul. Steer with passion and compassion. be humble with the gas pedal (unless the real need for speed) and easy on the brakes.
When we are young it is often just us but as we grow, so does the number of passengers.. their life can so often be in your hands.
The road beneath can sometimes be all there is but look up from your feet and meet the eyes.. for the road is never just ours and belongs to all.
Personally I prefer to ride bareback with the Ancestors in the storms.. Thunderous hooves and Lightning Songs....