Unity

let us gather tonight around the home fires..to renew our faith and strength..as we add warmth to the grandfather rocks the spirits join with us..bringing unity and wholeness..grandfathers heat washes over us..smoke of the sage and sweet grass circles, making us whole..adding lavender to complete the circle..listen to the crackling.. watch as the smoke rises to meet wakan tanka...the star people join us..can you hear the call of the wolf ..crickets make their music..night birds sing their songs...lifting ourselves up we begin to move..to sway..to feel the ancients gathering us up..dancing to the sounds of the night...the drums join our spirits making us one with all..they grow deeper and stronger...can you feel them..pounding...swaying..our minds feel to leave our bodies..peace flows over our hearts...the drums grow louder like our own heart beating...smoke rises..engulfing us in its wisdom and protection.. twirling this way that way faster and faster..hearts pounding in our chest...laughter and tears join with the smoke..can you hear the drums..can you feel the earth under your feet..can you feel it..can you feel all of creation surrounding you making you part of the sacred circle..here you will find the true meaning of living for wakan tanka and all he has created...here you will find true peace..here with in my heart..

Aho!

Red Tree Woman

Wakan-Tanka talks with me through pages of no book, penned by the thoughts of men.

He talks with me through no words, no creed, nor dogma. He writes to bind me to a clan. It is a clan which shows itself within the flight of birds that wing their way to lands beyond my sight, in trees that root and take their time to grow to their full height, in flowers whose petals hold such fragrance in their clasp and every single animal, with purpose in its grasp.

He writes to me in Sun that rises with each Dawn to herald a new start, in moon that holds the ebb and flow of tides within Her hand, in Venus, Jupiter and Mars and the stars that form His heavenly band. He writes to me in everything that breathes, moves, crawls, flows and stands.

Wakan-Tanka talks to me.

The promise Creator gives to us
Comes with every new day
The gift of breath, the gift of life
Opportunities in a vast array
How do we count our blessings
Through the choices life can bring
Is it through Joyful lessons
Or the fears to which we cling
Are we learning to show gratitude
For the victories over human pain
By honoring the feeling choices
We grasp the will, that we've regained
Can we change our focus
With no need to defend
Acknowledging joy and sorrow
Without judging foe or friend
Tomorrow promises the fullness
Of every Human way to know
How we master each challenge
Determines our balance
Reflecting how we grow