And, yup, another peach! Breezy, as it was yesterday, bringin' in some cool air, seems.
And, yes, I omitted the entry, yesterday, as the day was so overwhelming sweet, I considered to let it sink in 'fore I ventured a comment.
Sheila Goldtooth, came over from Arizona, conduct a blessing on the land and site for the foster home. Almost 300 miles, with a friend/apprentice, Michelle, from Fort Defiance.
Amazingly sweet gathering; some friends from the goat farm across the valley, with "woofers", (kids that travel to organic farms around the world and volunteer some time, to experience organic farm life), Brandon (photgrapher for the book), his mom and six year old daughter, Savanah, Sandy, from the Wild Horse Sanctuary, just North, Tony, a young Navajo filmmaker, Sheila, Michelle and myself.
A real honor, for all of us, and, accordin' to our respected authorities, a great success; our offerings happily received.
I suppose I'm still reelin', some; don't know if I could ever express the simple sweetness of Sheila's voice, singin' as we shared the pipe, and each offerred their prayers and thanks to the Earth, the Sky and the four directions. The stillness and warmth of the sun, even as the breeze, wafted about, the cedar and sage from the fire; Sheila and Michelle excusing themselves, moving off, just over the knoll, to the Northeast, for the "conferential" portion of the ceremony.
We wrapped up early as we could, most with a fair poke to home. Mama Diane from the goat farm, makin' sure everyone got a fair helpin' of homemade bread, posole and pie, 'fore we called it a day.
I escorted Sheila and Michelle to the gate, drew them a map and pointed the way, so touched by the effort they'd made; Sheila, almost 400 miles from Lukachukai, way she was headed, droppin' Michelle off in Gallup, where she'd catch a ride back to Denver, overnight. Unbelievable!
The bunch had hung out in the pasture, down by the gate, most a the day, maybe their blessin', on the guests that came and went, so I spent the last bit of daylight, visitin' and wanderin'; re-affirmin', I suppose, that I may be a human and I may go away, but general, it's just and only, make "hay". And that, end of it all, if I have my way, our bones'll lie side by side.
Have a nice afternoon!
Best,
jeune
That's many miles to travel ... bless their hearts for giving so much of themselves, physically and spiritually. Wonderful gathering of good folks ... and the bunch knowing ... always knowing. Wish I was there in person instead of Spirit.
ReplyDeleteI always thought the rocks were the bones of the earth. I suppose I'll lay me down there next to a fine canine or two, maybe horses, out in the wild somewhere, a bear, a wolf. Here the singing-dogs every night.
Good can only come of all of this ... and whether it gallops in or trots in, it's coming. Much of it, of course, already there.
Blessings ... special "Howdy" to the bunch,
Peaceful