I am grateful for my walk on Mother Earth among your wondrous creations.
I make this offering of sacred tobacco in gratitude, in appreciation and respect to you, my Creator. As my awareness grows, I feel the connection grow that was and always will be between us. I am one of your children, Great Spirit. A part of You lives in me, as it does in all Your creations. I am grateful for all two-leggeds, all four leggeds, for the ones that crawl,
the winged ones, and the ones that swim. We are all one, never to be separated.
I am grateful for the four directions, the Sky, and Mother Earth. Through these powerful spirit keepers I have no fear of entering the universe, and exploring and learning about my expanding self. Though I am small, Great Spirit, you are strong of mind and spirit. I trust You. Guide me to a better understanding of all my relations. I choose now, Great Spirit, to increase my awareness. I choose to open the dark curtains I have hung so that I may see you in every aspect of my life, so that I may hear your voice, understand your direction, and feel the path before me that will serve my highest purpose during my walk on our Earth Mother. I remain humble before you, Great Spirit, and give myself up to you, to be healed and freed from the crooked paths I have created. Help me, Great Spirit, to create the wise paths that lead to my highest good, which is also the highest good for all my relations. My heart warms, as does my entire being, as I come close to you. I share this warmth with others and see this warmth, the spirit that lives in all my relations.
Keep me on the good path, Great Spirit. All I need is to open my eyes and look, and allow your love and guidance into my life for this I offer sacred tobacco …….. For I know it is all good…..by our elder and friend, Kicking Bear
Quite some time ago, I was assisting an elder during a retreat. Many had gathered by the Tuckaseegee River ar Kituah, the mother town, to pray. We had drummed and sang in Tsalagi at the mound to honor our ancestors and now we came together to pray.
When I went down to the river to gather some water for blessing, a little water spider came right up to the shell and stood there looking at me. She radiated such joy, that little water spider, I was overwhelmed! She was uwoduhi…so delicate and silvery grey against the sparkling points of light in the water. My heart danced so just being with her!
Meeting her was the beginning of some very beautiful connections on a wonderful path Creator has called me. When I came up to the place where we were to pray together, I could feel the longing in the hearts of the people….seen and unseen.
We are all responsible for one another….to invite connection and to comfort and teach as we are able. Offering the blessing with the elder, I knew each of the lives of the people there would be changed. Something new was written in their hearts.
The little water spider is always with me whenever I am discouraged or sad. She reminds me….as she did that day….that I have the power and responsibility to make the connections in the web of life. I can reach out…I can listen quietly…as she did that day to us.
Even though what I do may be small, the connection is what builds the whole…..each little connection matters. It may seem at times, that we have little to offer, but the little water spider who visited me that day wove into my heart the importance of small things done with much love.
She helped me understand that humble service is a powerful action….and to never let myself believe that I was too little or insignificant for Creator to use me. It all matters…every connection. So I share this thought with you. Be brave as the little water spider.
Do well with what you have and let others know they are not alone…they are connected in love. And rest assured, your heart will find the joy, like the little water spider. It is what it is…and it all matters.
Listen to the still small voice in your heart…..Grandmother Spider is calling you to hold the ember of passion and love for the People in your heart….and carry it with you as you connect all that touches your life with love and encouragement.
Together, we will grow!
One other brief Cherokee story about seeking the sunrise…..
A long time ago several young men made up their minds to find the place where the Sun lives and see what the Sun is like.
They got ready their bows and arrows, their parched corn and extra moccasins, and started out toward the east. At first they met tribes they knew, then they came to tribes they had only heard about, and at last to others of which they had never heard.
There was a tribe of root eaters and another of acorn eaters, with great piles of acorn shells near their houses. In one tribe they found a sick man dying, and were told it was the custom there when a man died to bury his wife in the same grave with him.
They waited until he was dead, when they saw his friends lower the body into a great pit, so deep and dark that from the top they could not see the bottom. Then a rope was tied around the woman’s body, together with a bundle of pine knots, a lighted pine knot was put into her hand, and she was lowered into the pit to die there in the darkness after the last pine knot was burned.
The young men traveled on until they came at last to the sunrise place where the sky reaches down to the ground. They found that the sky was an arch or vault of solid rock hung above the earth and was always swinging up and down, so that when it went up there was an open place like a door between the sky and ground, and when it swung back the door was shut.
The Sun came out of this door from the east and climbed along on the inside of the arch. It had a human figure, but was too bright for them to see clearly and too hot to come very near. They waited until the Sun had come out and then tried to get through while the door was still open, but just as the first one was in the doorway the rock came down and crushed him. The other six were afraid to try it, and as they were now at the end of the world they turned around and started back again, but they had traveled so far that they were old men when they reached home.
May all your journeys be fruitful….may you grow in wisdom and love….and may the wonders of life awaken the connections within and that surround. For in awakening these connections, you will become and nourish the next 7 generations…..the never-ending web of life.
One of our newest members, Cynthia Freeman of Moon Hunter Jewelry joined the Story Hour. We are happy to have Cynthia join our campfire community. Here is a sample of her work.
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Thanks to Soul for the wonderful stories and to all who attended. These lessons are powerful!