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| "....everything on the earth has a purpose, every dis~ease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission. This is the Indian theory of existence." Morning Dove (Christine Quintasket) Salish |
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| gentle spirits join with us this day |
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| SO MOTE IT BE |
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| the leaves linger just a bit on their journey downward gold fairies with russet wings the glen is dazzling in color heat of the sun is waning a glow warms from the circle i start in the west placing a quartz crystal symbol of holding, a collector GrandMother West please honor this circle i offer bounty squash, corn, beans thank you for the nourishment your giving is generous and abundant moving to north placing lapis symbol of wisdom, cool reserve GrandMother North please honor this circle i offer bounty pears, nuts and apples thank you for the nourishment your giving is generous and abundant stepping to east i place amber pliable and warm GrandMother East please honor this circle i offer bounty potatoes, seeds and peas thank you for the nourishment your giving is generous and abundant stopping at south i place ruby fiery and clear GrandMother South please honor this circle i offer bounty this single red rose thank you for the nourishment your giving is generous and abundant i approach the center near to the glowing embers warmth fills the air and my soul my heart is open, my voice begins a chant first and then a song our song, for healing for balance tears escape from my eyes as the song grows hear my song Oh GrandMothers we need your guidance we are lost from ourselves we are mired in fear show us a way to heal show us that we are one i watch the smoke, curling upward to the skies blending with the darkness dancing with the stars i sing to the web of life to the souls connected all of us... living organisms sharing space earth and sky, person and soul we have this window this turning of the wheel the veil is thin and willing my feet begin to move around the circle and again dancing to heal, dancing to connect weaving the web the ground catches me holding me near Thank You GrandMothers for the bounty, for the abundance for the unconditional love as the embers ebb and night becomes the rose opens ~~***so mote it be***~~ errolwolf 2002 lammas |