Friday, February 13, 2015
A Native American Prayer as passed on to me by my own Grandfather:
Do not stand at my grave and weep...
I am there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the sweet Autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush...
I am the swift uplifting rush.....
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand on my grave and cry...
I am not there--I did not die..
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I will see Jakobine in every Angel that is dangling and dancing around. I will see her in my window as beautiful, glistening streaks of sunshine penetrating the fine silks laced with felted wool made by hands that loved the Earth and that loved me....I will see her in my child, Teakahla (or Tickala as she would say) as she has taken to the cadance of the Jakobine laugh. I will see Jakobine in myself as the wise guiding force that is her presence within my heart...
The true gift has been sharing our lives with Jakobine and Rusty...nothing can take that away....
If I were in charge of celebrations, I would make this day, Jakobine Day!
With love and light,
Siouxzen
