Teach me how to trust my heart, my mind, my intuition, my inner knowing, the senses of my body, the blessings of my spirit. Teach me to trust these things so that I may enter my sacred space and love beyond my fear, and thus walk in balance with the passing of each glorious sun.
American Indian Lakota Prayer
I love this. It’s simple and beautiful. I need to hang it up where I’ll see it every day. I’ve always had a thing for feathers. When I was a little girl, I’d gather them up, in hopes of making myself an Indian headdress. Alas, that never quite worked out. All day long, I stuff my pockets with trinkets and treasures that I’d find on my adventures. Feathers, interesting rocks, pretty leaves. Sometimes I’d dig with my grandfather in his garden. We’d find old marbles, the occasional arrowhead, and once we dug up an old horse shoe. In retrospect, I wonder if he’d secretly planted some of those things for me to find.
It’s no wonder that I’m still happiest when I’m outside in the fresh air.
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