So many voices lifted in morning prayer carried over the stillness of water to awaken a lost soul to its purpose.
Language unknown mixing into the blood of remembered DNA. Weaving a call to awaken, to not sleep away the opportunity.
Stumble through, out into cold air, out of the comfortable dark nesting place into a place of wonder. Stillness so crisp so clear you can hear the mingle of voices in the wind.
Did you know its light for a long time before the sun and the spot on the earth that you are on rotate to great each other? That time before true light is magic, when the gift of light and the dark of night rise to kiss each other. This greeting of singing the sun up or the earth around is to good to miss. Don’t fall back into darkness of comfort, rise and great the day.
Have you forgotten your connection to this place?
Are you afraid of your own nature?
What keeps you hold up in comfort?
I am remembering now the eternal ripples, those seki (energy) lines of connection, like a seed that knows it’s way into its blueprint of life. I follow the ripple to find the way to my code of remembering. Traversing, paying attention to the markers, oh to awake before dawn to native American song.
Remember to do what your called to do, not what is easiest to do. Do what makes your heart hurt so much it opens in awe, oh, do that, do that.
Shed your have to and need to, shed your material comforts, risk it all to follow that ripple in time.
Only you can see it, it is yours and only yours. Don’t watch what others are doing. Do your seeds blueprint. Don’t miss the voices mingling on the wind or the geese on wing, or the stillness of a sunrise.
Once I camped at Poverty Point and prayed all night scared of that dark desolate, yet so alive place. Praying to the 1st nation, praying to weave this ripple into my medicine. I must have closed my eyes and drifted when all at once shaking, alert hyper-awake I heard banging on the Moon, listening to a language being spoken that was not of this world.
You know your not of this world that you are star seeded, and you pray for connection then why are you scared when you make connection? How many places are you still asleep? When you get what your praying for are you aware? So much pain to wake to see to, to feel, is it easier to forget and go back to sleep? Yet you are the seed and this is your blueprint to awaken the weaver within a star seed remembering: to feel, to sense your new way of being. Close your eyes and trust, wait for the bang on the moon. Your voice is needed to mingle over the water to join with others, each singing their connection home.
Prompt “Their voices mingle in the wind, remembering now in eternal ripples” Christine Word
Writer’s Writing Group
Breaux Bridge LA
Language unknown mixing into the blood of remembered DNA. Weaving a call to awaken, to not sleep away the opportunity.
Stumble through, out into cold air, out of the comfortable dark nesting place into a place of wonder. Stillness so crisp so clear you can hear the mingle of voices in the wind.
Did you know its light for a long time before the sun and the spot on the earth that you are on rotate to great each other? That time before true light is magic, when the gift of light and the dark of night rise to kiss each other. This greeting of singing the sun up or the earth around is to good to miss. Don’t fall back into darkness of comfort, rise and great the day.
Have you forgotten your connection to this place?
Are you afraid of your own nature?
What keeps you hold up in comfort?
I am remembering now the eternal ripples, those seki (energy) lines of connection, like a seed that knows it’s way into its blueprint of life. I follow the ripple to find the way to my code of remembering. Traversing, paying attention to the markers, oh to awake before dawn to native American song.
Remember to do what your called to do, not what is easiest to do. Do what makes your heart hurt so much it opens in awe, oh, do that, do that.
Shed your have to and need to, shed your material comforts, risk it all to follow that ripple in time.
Only you can see it, it is yours and only yours. Don’t watch what others are doing. Do your seeds blueprint. Don’t miss the voices mingling on the wind or the geese on wing, or the stillness of a sunrise.
Once I camped at Poverty Point and prayed all night scared of that dark desolate, yet so alive place. Praying to the 1st nation, praying to weave this ripple into my medicine. I must have closed my eyes and drifted when all at once shaking, alert hyper-awake I heard banging on the Moon, listening to a language being spoken that was not of this world.
You know your not of this world that you are star seeded, and you pray for connection then why are you scared when you make connection? How many places are you still asleep? When you get what your praying for are you aware? So much pain to wake to see to, to feel, is it easier to forget and go back to sleep? Yet you are the seed and this is your blueprint to awaken the weaver within a star seed remembering: to feel, to sense your new way of being. Close your eyes and trust, wait for the bang on the moon. Your voice is needed to mingle over the water to join with others, each singing their connection home.
Prompt “Their voices mingle in the wind, remembering now in eternal ripples” Christine Word
Writer’s Writing Group
Breaux Bridge LA
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