THE SACRED PART OF ME

My best friend called and I couldn’t even focus.  I told her that all my stuff was suddenly like poop. I felt like I was just typing.



Just typing with nothing coming out. Like the shy wallflower in the sixties wanting to dance but really scared to be apart of the celebration.



My last two of the evening and I can’t even just say, ENOUGH!! I lean over the computer with quiet tears rolling down my cheeks and saying to myself.  Why? Why.



Yet I have to finish. This path, this journey among the journeys.

Life’s tapestry.  Who would have thought? Minister, shaman, lover, writer, mother, friend, remote viewer, and last but not least no ring wearer?



In our Native American lives we wear no rings when we are married and so I walk the walk my great grandmother walked.  The path.  Creole, shaman, guides, life. Beautiful, strong woman, leader who fought her destiny like her great granddaughter has done for thirty-one years.



Staring at the medicine bag that I recently started wearing knowing in it is my child’s crystal, my army ring, and my Star of David. My medicine that has gotten me through more than one rough spot in life.



The crystal for current protection and future hope.  The star to remind me where I came from, a strong Native American, Jewish grandmother who was a survivor and the ring to remind me that for a time in my life I was a soldier. I stood and fought for the bigger picture. No matter what happens in my life those are the three most important items I have.  My most valuable possessions and my personal treasure chest.



I dare say it; sometimes I just need to be Sacred.

Sacred land, sacred time, sacred place.

Sacred. To the tune of the times when I am just with my creator, walking, taking, being free. Yet very few understand it. To be Sacred.



I want to just have time away from it all to breath, to feel, to love, to meditate without the hustle and bustle of the time when I can’t be myself.  I hold onto those moments on days like today. Days when I am stressed to no end, but in my mind am the moose by the stream, snake in the jungle, bat flying free in the sky.



Give me water and a waterfall. Beauty without the constraints of time and space,

Just breathing, just feeling, just air. My spirit soars and I am free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

wow, a time to feel.

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