May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering…
May we engage the eagle eye to scope the beauty from on high
May we peer deep into the depths of each and every heart to find a place of healing and renewal
May we give of our hearts and honor our connections to each other and the earth Mother
May we each find the center of our prayer and move out into the world from there
May all beings be free from suffering and find our place within the work…
May all of our sisters know our fullness and fill our girls with empowerment and joy
May each of our brothers find their place as Protectors and teach every little boy
May the wisdom of the elders make way for the innovation of or youth
May the results manifest in the fruition of our ultimate truth
May all beings be free from suffering and find the root of connection
May we step inside our hearts and shed the cloaks of fear
Honoring our pain breathing through to sweep the pathway clear
May we recognize our interdependence in the smallest of things
May we all know the beauty and connection that kindness brings
May all beings be free to love and know the beauty of its power to awaken and strengthen our resolve
May we embrace eachOther with the loving strength of the great holding.
May we release eachOther from shame and blame with great allowing
May we remove the masks and speak to eachOther showing our true loving faces
May we be comfortable in our silence together in the resting places.
May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering
May we forgive others as graciously as we tend to excuse ourselves
May we find the clarity of vision for our deepest prayers
May we hold the prayers of our beloveds sacred in our hearts
May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering…
May we find the way to love eachOther anyway.
*****Since it is the day of giving truth to tradition, I share this prayer written for my sister Rochelle one year ago, on “Thanksgiving” morning
Little Rock Big Sister
My sister is fasting today.
This, a day of mourning… she prays…
She prays with every breath every day anyway…
walking in connection with her truth.
Three massacres on this very land, travel through her heart and veins… it’s in her DNA.
So today, neither food nor drink shall pass her lips.
For this is a day of mourning.
This is a day for prayer…
No matter where we go or what we do or who we do it with— Every one of us Everywhere—gathered or alone—have something to be thankful for—
We call Turtle Island home.
And still many sit around the table with family we don’t know and try to come in a good way
try to soothe the guilt with turkey gravy and obligatory thanks
perpetuate a HIStory they’d rather wipe away…
But My Sister—She is fasting.
This, a day of mourning… she prays for everyone, she prays for you.
She prays with every breath every day anyway
and every day she mourns by walking in connection with her truth.
Three massacres on this same land, travel through her heart and veins… it’s in her DNA.
And so today , neither food nor drink shall pass her lips.
For this is a day of mourning.
This is a day for prayer…
May every blessing we receive—every thanks we give—
every toast we make—every table we grace Honor those who today are living the historical trauma to be carried by our future replacements.
Please honor our sisters and brothers and aunties and uncles and grandmas and grandpas who hold us now in prayer…
And the ancestors—every one who prayed us here—and even those who stole their breath.
Pray. Pray in any way.
This IS all HIStory and it’s happening right now.
And those who’s gave their bodies for the fuel we call to keep in the ground…
And so we have to stand.
please… take a moment to listen for HERstory… and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory and HERstory… For we are rewriting a blessed path…
Palace of Muse 