Deeply contemplating these thoughts with intention I drummed for guidance from the spirit world.
Grandmother comes disguised as an Ancient One. She is my wise council, lined and bent with years in nature and self sufficiency, her face worn, weathered to the elements. She is ragged and indigenous to the landscape and yet she gives a teaching, a virtue of the highest calling.
This is my experience………..
Grandmother and I journey on a steep mountain path, soon we come to a cairn it is holy with prayer flags draped about. A pile of stones had been Continue reading