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.

Where I come from

I come from the land where trees surround me, and the sky is clear.

I come from the place where the lakes and rivers surround me.

I come from the land where my ancestors have walked before me.

I come from the place where my culture grew strong from time immemorial.

I come from the people of four directions, of medicines, of ceremony, of beauty, of loss, and of healing.

I come from the people who walked before me and for the people who will walk after me.

I come from the strength of spirit, and I continue to walk.

I come from here.

Meditation

I close my eyes and I feel the softness of the earth under my feet. My moccasins touching the soul of where my ancestors walked before me.

I breath in and listen to the quiet of the forest all around me. It’s quiet but noisy at the same time. I gear the birds and animals around me. I feel the peace and connection that my ancestors felt before me.

I open my eye and I see the beauty of this land. I see the clear water, I see the treas grown tall. I see the birds flying and the moose walking. I see the plants for healingand medicines and I know where I belong.

I feel the connection, so strong. I pray to my ancestors to ask Creator to help me and guide me. I pray that others see the beauty and blessing of our ancestors who walked this land. I pray so others may see their reflection and the beauty of the natural world.