What is this change I feel inside that seems to coincide with the change of our Mother, the earth? As the leaves change from green to gold, to orange to red and yellow - I seem to be changing too.
Can you feel the changes inside? The never ending circle of life till we die and leave this earth for the Great Star Nation - to the heavens above - where this is no more pain - no more troubles - only the return to a place of safety and love - a return to our Ancestors.
Fall heralds the beginning of winter - heavy white snows that blanket our Mother - that bring cold winds and dark nights. Up in the mountains the tracks are often seen - those of the deer, the bear, the little creatures and yes, the footprints of our Ancestors who could never bear to leave the place they called home.
I am changing inside - growing older each fall - and with each fall - I am changing inside. Am I growing wiser - have I found wisdom from the life I have led? Or can it just be a weariness - deep to the bone, that makes me feel this way - this time of year - this fall - yes, this fall.
The harvest is nearly over. Pumpkins are popping up everywhere - bright orange - as brilliant a color as the leaves on the trees. After the harvest - comes the change - the changes inside - from these changes can I hide?
None of us can, for each fall we face the changes that are natural. The changes that come before the first snow falls upon these mountains I love so well - upon the tallest of trees and the snow and droplets of ice that grace the boughs of the big pine trees, changes for every living creation.
Will we live to see the spring? Will we once again face the change?
Of life renewed - of fresh spring winds - of budding life from within?
Oh Great Spirit, if this is meant to be let me make these changes - ever stronger, wiser and hopefully, I shall live to see another spring and the budding growth from the bosom of our Mother, and I shall feel renewed, refreshed and I shall rest, ah yes, I shall rest, upon the green new earth on this mountain I love so well - a mountain much like the ones in which my Ancestors once dwelled.
September 25, 2000
1:55 am. est
© Svhyeyi Aga-Evening Rain