The Circle

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On a mountain, in a forest there sat an Old Woman and her Granddaughter....
They await the Sun Rise. ~ The valley and meadows below them are covered
by a blanket of mist. Each tree and blade of grass is adorned by dew
drops, like pure diamonds. Every creature of the Great Earth Mother
awaits the Sun - the new day -a new life. The silence is loud. ~ The
old woman, an Elder loved by all who know her, draws the girl child
under her blanket and folds it around her little body. They share
the warmth of an everlasting moment of Love. The Old One speaks
softly as the Sun Rises in celebration of the new day - She speaks
for happiness, health, and abundance for all People. ~ She sprinkles
the golden corn pollen on the sweet Earth as an offering to the
Sacred Keepers and sings her song of Beauty. ~ She looks into the
awe filled eyes of the child and says......."Where do you begin and
I end? Where do you end and I begin? We are one. We are the Circle,
the Circle is All. ~ My thoughts are inside your thoughts. I live
there now inside you, even when you do not see me any more. I am
with you, we are Always. Remember......... ~ Your Grandfathers and
Grandmothers are inside of you. They are the blood that flows
through you. They speak to you. Learn to hear them. They pass their
wisdom on to help - through you. All people have good medicines, and
they pass it to the next generation of their people. Only that which
is pure is kept and passed on. ~ Listen and bring back the values.
Honor all Life, all people, all the Earth and the Sky Nations. You
my child, are all these and more - Remember - remember...tell the
Children of the People this....Remember us around the fires, and
when you sit in the circle and walk along these Paths - remember -
tell them for us.