Setting: Sitting in the sacred fire late at night with the grandfather of Red Hat
Tonight, the sacred fire appears to be particularly warm and welcoming. We squeeze into the circle, and sit on a log next to his grandfather. We listen to, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, like the tribal drums in accordance with the pulse of Mother Earth. We close our eyes and hear the crackling of the sacred fire. We smell of wood smoke and feel a blanket of soothing heat wrap your arms around us. CleanSmell of sage smoke into the air. The gentle crackling of the leaves flutter in the autumn, the cool breeze and light gently calms our anxious spirit that the spirit of nature caress our souls. We open our eyes and see millions of sparkling diamonds in the night sky dark. We feel the enormous presence of the Creator and the ancestors of hope and compassion.
"Grandpa, why are you crying?"
grandfather brushes his hand over his face, and then stared at the sacred fire. "The windhe told me, "she whispered softly." My time is growing short. "
The howl of coyotes can be heard in the distance, a cry that seems to grow by a desperate, anxiety, something like forgiveness, anxiety of the captain of a ship not a card telling you how to find the door.
Everyone sits quietly in a circle around the fire uninterrupted Santa, waiting to talk to Grandpa. Silence falls heavily, only by the crackling fire and the brokenTalking Drums to listen to the voice of a small child. "Grandpa, what about the wind?"
The grandfather is sitting in silence for a long moment and looked at the fire. "The wind tells me that we lost the way of the ancestors." It is a quiet pause, he closes his eyes and breathe deeply. "The ancestors cry."
L ', boom, boom, boom continues to be the drummer to speak. The warm glowing fire spat sparks and flames reach high into the sky, as if trying to workWhere Eagles Fly.
Grandfather John Red Hat Cherokee teaching about the sacred fire continues to speak in the book Red Hat
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