Standing on the little porch, I smudge myself from head
to toe . The sweet grass and sage seem to know which way to go, shaking
off the day's negative energy. I have been carrying a heavy load. In the shadows a cat meows my eyes intuitively
search the darkness for his place of hiding. There is an aura of mystique circulating the air.
I enter the house as, I have so many times before. Removing my worn leather moccasins resting them between the Nikes and Sperry's. I guess, we all have our own shoes to fill in the journey. I embrace my hostess in customary hug. Entering the dimly lit room I select my place
within the circle of friends. Spreading out my blanket, silently asking creator to bring
the group a message of healing and hope.
Circling clockwise, one voice at a time we speak our names letting the vibration
of consonants and vowels fill the space between us. Our drums in hand each unique in design. The animals
spirits deer, elk and buffalo guide us in our meditation. Drumming for mindfulness brings clarity and
visions.
I quickly slip into another state of consciousness with
each thump of the drums . The room softly fades in the backdrop. I find myself in a green meadow. Breathing renewed life, the trees seem to
sway to the distant beat. Sitting in a clearing
under skies of blue. The red tailed hawk soars overhead. There is
inner peace in this place of my choosing. My heart wishes to stay but, I hear the big drum calling me back to the fold. A message
seems to flash in my head, "remember who you are, caretaker of the
earth". I woke, pondering the question. Have humans lost their way in a modern world?
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I am trying something different, thank you for reading.
This is based on a personal meditation.
sharing with Poets United
hosted by Magaly - A Pantry of Prose 1
I am trying something different, thank you for reading.
This is based on a personal meditation.
