Burning ground

Who knew that Mom raised me to be a keeper of the embers?   Our paths aren’t always what they seem are they now?   I need more time to take all this in, but yet there are funeral plans and yet another journey.   It feels too rushed and not as well thought out as I wish it to be.

We’moon calendar 2015

Art and writing by Denise Lester copyright 2011

Fly like an eagle

From the “Old Commentary”

• “Amid the whirling forces, I stand confused. I know them not, for, during all my past, they swept me up and down the land wherein I moved, blinded and unaware. From place to place and point to point, they drove me up and down the land and nowhere was there rest.  I know them now and here I stand will not move until I know the Law which governs all this movement up and down the land. I may revolve and turning face the many different ways; I face some wide horizens and yet today I stand.  I will determine for myself the way to go. Then onward I will move. I will not travel up and down the land nor turn in space. But onward I will move.”

In honor of my Mother Jane.  She is so beautiful to me.