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into the den
"....everything on the earth has a purpose, every dis~ease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission. This is the Indian theory of existence."    Morning Dove (Christine Quintasket) Salish
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                        SO MOTE IT BE
the leaves linger just a bit
on their journey downward
gold fairies with russet wings
the glen is dazzling in color
heat of the sun is waning
a glow warms from the circle
i start in the west
placing a quartz crystal
symbol of holding, a collector
GrandMother West
please honor this circle
i offer bounty
squash, corn, beans
thank you for the nourishment
your giving is generous and abundant
moving to north
placing lapis
symbol of wisdom, cool reserve
GrandMother North
please honor this circle
i offer bounty
pears, nuts and apples
thank you for the nourishment
your giving is generous and abundant
stepping to east
i place amber
pliable and warm
GrandMother East
please honor this circle
i offer bounty
potatoes, seeds and peas
thank you for the nourishment
your giving is generous and abundant
stopping at south
i place ruby
fiery and clear
GrandMother South
please honor this circle
i offer bounty
this single red rose
thank you for the nourishment
your giving is generous and abundant
i approach the center
near to the glowing embers
warmth fills the air and my soul
my heart is open, my voice begins
a chant first and then a song
our song, for healing
for balance
tears escape from my eyes
as the song grows
hear my song Oh GrandMothers
we need your guidance
we are lost from ourselves
we are mired in fear
show us a way to heal
show us that we are one
i watch the smoke, curling
upward to the skies
blending with the darkness
dancing with the stars
i sing to the web of life
to the souls connected
all of us...
living organisms sharing space
earth and sky, person and soul
we have this window
this turning of the wheel
the veil is thin and willing
my feet begin to move
around the circle and again
dancing to heal, dancing to connect
weaving the web
the ground catches me
holding me near
Thank You GrandMothers
for the bounty, for the abundance
for the unconditional love
as the embers ebb and night becomes
the rose opens
~~***so mote it be***~~
errolwolf 2002 lammas
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