In Native American cultures, The Great Spirit is a deity intertwined with the fabric of the Universe itself on the large scale and yet personally engaged with the web of living things and the world on an earthly scale. I am creating a spiritual practice by borrowing a little from the Buddhists and the practice of mindfulness, but mostly from the strong connection I feel for the worship of Earth as taught us by our first nations. For those who hunger for the connection of a spiritual practice from someone who is learning to braid her own.
Monday, July 24, 2017
Sitting cross-legged peering out of the window of my tent, savoring the prairie in the evening's perfect light, feeling the curve of the Earth under my sit bones--a breather from the tribe; first relief, then appreciation and melancholy . . .
How long has it been since you hiked along a rocky ridge to a perch on top of your world, sat quiet and still on the dirt just to witness the sunrise? Stumbled over a mound of bunch grass, flushed a sparrow's nest and investigated, just for the joy of laying eyes on the tiny bundles inside? Spent a week sleeping on and tasting, smelling, hearing and really seeing the land, cradled in the arms of your Mother? Pushed yourself uncomfortable, stood exposed in front of strangers and told them them your untellable stories.