Bottles of yellow surprise strategically left for Cheryl by someone who knows her habit of clearing the wake of garbage left by humans motoring through lifetimes asleep, as if they are not part of the land they drive over, is one discordant chord in a world of off-key songs.
But listen: she was able to tell me the story and I was able to hold it in my heart. Sharing our griefs, we learn to weave each thread back into the tapestry of Creation, and to sing softly as we work. Our song of joy & sorrow is an old one, older than the Snickers candy bar wrapper trash that covers this fourth world, older than Gas Stations & Seven Elevens, older even than the Ghost Dancers. It is an ancient song and, in human time, a slow one.
But listen: the beat, it is picking up. The beat is picking up, like Powwow drums in the distance getting louder as we all stumble closer to Beauty. The path is steep, so on the way we must cradle each other with kindness, and carefully pick up the pieces of our aching gorgeous human selves like those who devote time to clearing the litter left on Mother Earth's skin: as if every single piece matters, because it does.
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This Web Site was Created and Maintainted by Cheryl Talking Bird Last Update: April 18, 2012