I wonder what color wisdom is?

I started this blog back in December but stumbled across the draft while cleaning out my folders...I believe it worthy of sharing - Have a good weekend, all!

...last night i had the honor of attending a service (of my tribe's type) at one of our tribal member's homes...i've talked about these before, we do them on many occasions - in this circumstance our sister is very ill (by the way, because we are all of the same blood we are called "brother" and "sister" no matter the relationship) and has been given one month to live.

the room was filled with powerful songs and as i sang i could see almost as though i were outside on a sunny day, i was up one of our rivers and it seemed as though i were flying...i swooped down near the river and listened to her watery song, then up into the tree branches and listened to breezy power...i looked down and saw tiny purple flowers peeping out from the banks along the river and flew down to smell them...

i don't know if i convey this as it happened but this all took place during ONE song...i leaned over towards our sister and i could feel her drinking in the Light and Power borne of our singing and i knew it was HER hopes i could see as i was singing...

when the song ended i sat down because i was really TIRED from all that experience and i wondered if anyone would EVER understand what had just happened...i felt the gentle hand of my older sister behind me on my back...she patted me gently and then left her hand there for awhile. i wonder if she knew.

our ways are ancient ways. our songs are given to us by the Light, the songs of Rivers and strength and Rocky Cliffs and Small Purple Flowers...

so there it is...i may travel the world, i may not...i may get to see the Atomium building in Brussels and again, maybe not but this i know: wisdom is Purple...