wreds nest!

wreds nest!

The Healing!

As grandmother told us stories of the long ago,we would see the sadness in her eyes the pain deep in her soul.
She told of skies so clear and blue it hurt to look above,of woods and fields where creatures ran free and full of life.
Of villiages surrounded by warm and loving hills,and of giving thanks to Creator for all His love.
It seemed the path was clear then where each of us should walk,just obey the laws of the circle and all would work out right.
Why can it not be so now,the way that it was then,when each person knew their place in life and those you met were friends?
The spirits of the seasons to each of them we gave thanks,we celebrated each rising and setting sun we prayed together in times of change.
Let us join hands together and heed the Elders call,raise our prayers together and help heal our Mothers soul!
granny!