of those that once walked this sacred ground.
I am understanding.
When I walk on the Prairie I feel the connection.
it changed the way the Plains people hunted.
This book almost jumped out of the stacks when I walked by.
The title caught my eye. The cover drew me in. This book touched my heart. For the first time I read about how I perceive the world. I know the world by direct perception. I know plants and birds and insects with my heart first and my mind second. This book took me by the hand and lead me outside to my rosemary and lavender. This book showed me how to get back into my gardening. This book opened the door I had closed when so many of my plants died in 2007.
I spent five hours reclaiming my little herb garden. I smelled green again. I was one with the echinacea, the rosemary and the garden rue. I have ideas on how to bring an elegance to my little herb garden. I am pleased to be with the plants. I understand now how to let the plants heal me.
I am a practical person.
I am reading about Crow and Ravin lore.
I am learning. Once again I am allowing Nature to teach me.
I am writing and keeping journals.
I am reading the myths of the Plains.
These stories tell me about the prairie in a different way.
These stories touch my spirit.
I am spinning in the afternoons when it is too hot or too wet to be outside.
I am knitting too.
I knit when we drive to visit the different Prairies on Sunday.
I knit when I visit with family and friends.
While I spin or knit at home I am listening to lectures.
I am learning Classical Mythology, again.