The Long Longing
The Medicine Wheel is a symbol for the Wheel of Life, forever evolving and bringing new lessons and truths to the walking of the Path.
Honoring the Four Directions- South, West, North, and East is where one begins in order to acknowledge and honor and gather the energies of:
The Stone People
Mother Earth
Father Sky
Grandfather Sun
Grandmother Moon
The Sky World or Star Nation
The Subterraneans
The Standing People-Trees
The Two-leggeds-Humans
Sky Brothers and Sisters
Thunder Beings
A Spiral continues the growth as we cycle up and around, ever moving, ever changing, often re-visitng our history, our memories, but with fresh insights which time, attention and consciousness combine to bring.
The Long Longing
I remember. The gentlest of breezes that touch my cheek, delicately
The hummingbird wings that fanned until dry my sad tears
The dragonfly that died on the palm of my hand, the movement of its iridescent wings now still
The filtered light through boughs of pine, sparkling sunlight playing on grasses, moving kaleidoscope of beauty
The single drop of rain, touching the tip of my nose after a prayerful yearning of news, any news, of my then beloved
Running down the country red dirt road in New Mexico—arms bare, long hair trailing behind, sun hot, sky so blue—breathing in a courage so needed
On an open boat, racing across the blue waters, headed to Yelapa
Winds raging, hair whipped across my face, cannot see clearly
Sitting by the forest pool, I am a young child, hand floating in the cold and clear waters, wondering my child thoughts
Paint brush moving, music blasting, my arm in touch with the universe
High above the ocean, looking down, icebergs floating in vastness
Deeper into the sacred cairn, the Irish Goddess appears
Breathing at night, in the darkness, my senses calm and at peace
You are always there, never gone, never unseen
As I write, out my window, this moment of confirmation, a female deer crosses my sight—calm beauty, content
Immersing in Nature. We are it. It is us. It speaks to our longing, as it also longs. It teaches to just Be.
My spirit, my love, when have you not been with me?
When love…just is.