There’s a thread

There’s a thread that runs through through me that connects me to the past. It joins my ancestors to me and defines who I am. This thread of golden light hits me and twists through connection. Wrapping me in the love that they had when they prayed for the future.

There is a thread that joins me, strong as it is. This thread is through song and ceremony. It’s made of golden light and connects my ancestral past to me. The light heals, the light sends love, and the golden thread of light keeps me connected. It reminds me that my ancestors prayed for me.

The lake calls to me

The lake it calls me home. Waves breaking softly upon its shore. The birds singing in the trees near by. The warmth of the sun in the sky. The lake it calls me home.


The lake it calls me home, feeling peaceful in silence I sit. Meditating on the waves as they hit the shore; sounds all around of the water as it sings. Life is what the lake brings. The lake it calls me home.


The lake it calls me home, peaceful upon its shore; the birds and the animals that it brings. The lake is calling me home. Sunlight glistening brings me close to the peace and hope. Quiet as the lake sings. The lake is calling me home.

The longest journey…

The longest journey I took was the one to find hope. The longest journey is the one that I take as I try to remove myself from fear and depression. The longest journey is now as I stumble in the dark.

The longest journey is the one I travel from my mind to find the truth. The longest journey is to find the comfort of my heart.

The longest journey is mired in fear and darkness as I look for the light. The longest journey is the suffering and experience that comes before I rediscover the light.

The longest journey was realizing that I had been walking with my eyes closed. Upon that realization I opened my eyes and learned that hope was always within my reach, for there was always light on my journey.

Finding light on my path