“The bent grass drew
its polygraph answer in the soft sand, and it told the Truth”
I took to the fynbos today, to a place next to an entire web
of old trees hugging the dunes. There is a spot where I sit and smoke
sacred tobacco, or a pipe of good rum and cherry. I went this evening to give
thanks.Gratitude is full in me for Gaia's gifts.
The 13th full moon, last of a significant year. I simply
sat, after giving thanks to the four quarters with tobacco whispering into the
wind. A piece of grass was bent in such a way that drew a jagged polygraph
line... I looked around and saw TRUTH wherever my eyes rested. Each tree, each
blade of grass each ant is living ITS exact purpose. Its uniqueness playing out
before me.
That I would drop into that simplicity and know what mine
is...
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