I am walking, feeling the rhythm, I hear the distant beat of drums. They call to me, telling me to come home.
I try to find my way, I stumble and fall, I rise and follow the sound, growing stronger like a heartbeat. I hear the voices of my ancestors calling me, “Nosim, you will be ok, granddaughter do not be afraid, you will find the way.”
I walk closer to the earth, feeling more grounded and connected as I stand barefoot on the earth. I search, sometimes stumbling as my walk gets closer. I feel the heartbeat of the earth as I walk under the sky. I know that Creator is showing me the way. I am walking back to myself, back home, finding comfort in the old ways.
Ceremony calls. I let go of my pain. I let go of my fear. I am walking a new yet old road.
I am walking, feeling the rhythm, I hear the not so distant beat of drums. They call to me, telling me I am home.
Sakaw Iskwew 