Full Circle
the passing of yet another year reminds me of all that i've accomplished, all i've left undone and all i've yet to do.
how does one find the balance between everyday chores and an overflowing bucket list that seems to grow longer then the years i likely have left?
seeking wisdom on such matters is both comforting and disturbing, much like life itself.
but i continue to seek and marvel in the wonder of it all.
simplicity brings me comfort and i find myself seeking the simplicity of Native Peoples stories, for finding harmony & truths within storytelling seems to be an art They have mastered.
what better way to dance through life than on the wings of those who wrap their Spirits around all that "is"?
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The Great Circle
-Black Elk, Oglala Lakota, 1863 - 1950
"You have noticed that everything an Indian does is in a circle,
and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles,
and everything tries to be round.
In the old days when we were a
strong and happy people, all our power came to us from the sacred
hoop of the nation, and so long as the hoop was unbroken, the people
flourished. The flowering tree was the living center of the hoop,
and the circle of the four quarters nourished it. The east gave
peace and light, the south gave warmth, the west gave rain, and
the north with its cold and mighty wind gave strength and endurance.
This knowledge came to us from the outer world with our religion.
Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle. The
sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball,
and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion
as ours. The sun comes forth and goes down again in a circle. The
moon does the same, and both are round.
Even the seasons form a
great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where
they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood,
and so it is in everything where power moves. Our teepees were round
like the nests of birds, and these were always set in a circle,
the nation's hoop, a nest of many nests, where the Great Spirit
meant for us to hatch our children."
http://www.pbs.org/circleofstories/voices/voices_gallery.html
