Mute For Prayer

Wondering mind… I follow.  I am given a vision.  A tiny spark lights the end of a thin metal rod – like a radio antenna, only bent at odd angles.  It is a very dark place, reminding me of the deep dark forest in a nursery rhyme, tangled roots and the bark of tall trees, scarcely illuminated.  I recognize it is me holding the rod, the tiny spark of a flame.  In that moment, every cell of my body was alight, feeling the Four Winds living in my family of origin.  Connecting us. The East fire burns.  The South – we are all of the earth, made of clay.  The waters of the West running through each of us, feminine energy.  My sisters and I.  Our mother, an Ancestor sitting in the North, keeping watch, guiding.  Fanning the flame.

Four Winds in the Four of Us 2

A’ho Mitakuye Oyasin  ~  All My Relations

 “The hurt of one is the hurt of all. The healing of one is the healing of All.”  ~  Phil Lane, Jr.


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