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 |   As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
| Evolution of Love Part 2 |
| As we approach the center, we look around and notice the Circle calmly, peacefully there with us. We watch the passing of the sun and the passing of the moon, one and the same, the Circle of Life that never ends. We feel our footsteps moving lightly upon the ground, and we feel Mother Earth breathing quietly, touching us silently. We enter the Circle with a reverence for all the beauty that exists around us. . . We notice the smell of the soil beneath us and we see the flowers and trees and little plants that fill our head with the many colors of the rainbow - one light from end to end, from beginning to beginning. We enter the Circle, and we bring with us all those things that have power for us, all of the feelings, all of the memories, all of the people we have known and know now, all of the places, the faces, and the experiences that have brought us to this moment. Each of the seven sacred woods is laid upon the center, one after the other, with prayers offered in thankfulness and humility. We can smell the distant aroma of each piece of wood as it offers itself in splendor and the wisdom of time. We can feel the rhythm of the drum penetrating our body and mind, vibrating and whispering to our spirit in an ageless river flowing through all that is. And with each heartbeat of the drum, we can hear the distant footsteps of our ancestors there, always moving calmly in the soft, misty light of the dim early morning and quiet evening's fall. We see them moving slowly, shifting in unison, smiling in the distance. Again the prayers are offered, and we can feel the warmth upon our skin as the Sacred Fire is lighted. We inhale, we exhale; inhale and exhale. This is our breath of life. These are our sacred words offered in the timeless beauty of the Circle of Life. We are flowing as sunlight upon Mother Earth; we are flowing as greenery slowly offering life and rising; we are flowing as the river's ancient song; we are flowing as the wind's whispering voice." |
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