Crystal Medicine
Grandfather was a medicine man of great sensitivity. He could read the trees, taste the wind and understand the ways of the kingdoms of nature. Many days he spent gathering leaves, bark, roots, berries and plants. Each one wrapped carefully, separate and placed within his special papoose he'd fashioned from birch bark and pine wood a long time before.
In meticulous fashion he would tend to the medicinals - sorted, cleaned, washed and aired them to dry. His remedies and potions aligned the westerly wall which faced the rising sun, so that for a few minutes each morning all of the remedies would be charged with the new rays of the morning.
Chants for the earth, drum for the heart beat, rattles for cleansing. Each beat and gutteral sound vibrated through the mixtures in prayers of his heart that was always filled with great honor and love for all that Is, Was and Will Always Be.
My remembrances of both of my ancestors is deeply etched and engrained on the fine ladders and labyrinths of my dream memories. Their songs, prayers, footsteps and gentle ways have been with me for many lifetimes. In going back, I recently became aware of the great distances in journey that my ancestors have traveled. It was though, not far from where I am now that they did begin their path outward and forward, away from what was familiar and good to them and theirs and into unknown places and uncharted territories. It was as if the winds were pushing them and the waters pulling them against will or reason. Fate, hand of Creator, infinite Wisdom carrying them into new worlds to recreate what they were born to do - to heal and beautify and to teach others the ways of the healing warrior.
In meticulous fashion he would tend to the medicinals - sorted, cleaned, washed and aired them to dry. His remedies and potions aligned the westerly wall which faced the rising sun, so that for a few minutes each morning all of the remedies would be charged with the new rays of the morning.
Chants for the earth, drum for the heart beat, rattles for cleansing. Each beat and gutteral sound vibrated through the mixtures in prayers of his heart that was always filled with great honor and love for all that Is, Was and Will Always Be.
My remembrances of both of my ancestors is deeply etched and engrained on the fine ladders and labyrinths of my dream memories. Their songs, prayers, footsteps and gentle ways have been with me for many lifetimes. In going back, I recently became aware of the great distances in journey that my ancestors have traveled. It was though, not far from where I am now that they did begin their path outward and forward, away from what was familiar and good to them and theirs and into unknown places and uncharted territories. It was as if the winds were pushing them and the waters pulling them against will or reason. Fate, hand of Creator, infinite Wisdom carrying them into new worlds to recreate what they were born to do - to heal and beautify and to teach others the ways of the healing warrior.
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