How it All Began

20190427_101241He was just 17 when he first started searching for his spirit, deep in the cool darkness of the woods.

With light streaming occasionally, he always found the shadows of wings in the stillness,

not quite a ghost. And water falling through rocks brought calm, balm for his soul,

until a crow bursted with noise, offended by his presence. He could sit for hours on the large rock,

by the rope swing, especially in winter listening to the silence of the snowfall….

that’s really how it all began. Soon he would study the tribes, including the Lakota and Cheyenne.

     

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Journey Celestial

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When we walk down that path…..our journey celestial

a temple unseen awaits in our spirits

while white clouds drift over,

wisdom rides on light rays through shadows,

flickering in our minds

reminding us of our own humanity,

we take another step, accepting.

Guided by hawk wings,

or at least by their shadows,

flying over our shoulder……

we are encouraged

with the burden lighter,

our steps become quicker

as we embrace each path……

of our journey celestial.

          

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