Tucked away in the rolling valley hills, fog slowly Drifting in as the winds from the North crystallize everything in its path. Winter is upon us. We nestle into our cozy home warmed by the wood that was handcut over summer days. Nourishing foods, deep restful slumber, cherishing all of the blessings that have come through our harvest season.
The last months have been a deep intentional pause in reveling at all that has been into our sphere. Taking account of all that has been, taking inventory of all that is, dreaming of all that will become.
The dance between autumn and winter always brings such deep introspection but I now walk the path of welcoming life into my womb again.
She’s been here with us through every blessing that the Creator has given our family.
From self care, solo hunting for my deer, holding ceremonial space for my sistars, hand crafting a drum, working with hide, deepening relation with all things in my sphere, harvesting an elk with my family, visions of the future.
I write these words in awe of the path that has been brought forward. Words once spoken and planted into the soil now germinating and spreading roots to become all that we could ever dream of and more.
Embracing and embodying our inherent worthiness. Our sacred birth rite to receive an abundance of beauty in this lifetime. The templates and codes of our family legacy have been woven into every construct of our beings. Coming together to fortify our commitment to this life with one another. I thank the Creator for the gift to be together as one. A family. All I could ever dream of has come true.
Wopila Tankasila
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin