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Hopi Elder Speaks

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I’ve been holding on to this message from the Hopi elder, waiting for the right time.

This feels like a good time.

“You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour, now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.  And there are things to be considered . . .

Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your Truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader.”

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, “This could be a good time!”

“There is a river flowing now very fast.  It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid.  They will try to hold on to the shore.   They will feel they are torn apart and will suffer greatly.

“Know the river has its destination.  The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above water.   And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate.  At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, Least of all ourselves.  For the moment that we do,  our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt.

“The time for the lone wolf is over.  Gather yourselves!  Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary.  All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

“We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”

— attributed to an unnamed Hopi elder

Hopi Nation, Oraibi, Arizona

The river is moving fast for me this week. I’m getting ready for a trip to see my grandchildren, heading into a bit of weather maybe, so prayers are welcome.  I’ll be driving to the NC mountains to pick up my son, then it’s on to Indianapolis. My son will be doing most of the driving. He reminded me he has ten years of experience driving in snow.

Angels, make our way clear and safe.

Sometimes, I’d rather be the lone wolf, staying close to home. But when I look around and see who is with me on this journey,  I see magic and meaning.  A decade ago, when my son was in his early twenties, he was physically and emotionally distant. For one year, he barely talked to me. Now, we enjoy each other’s company. I look forward to our time together.

Love still flourishes. Love carries the best kind of courage.

I feel a pull that I sometimes resist, but I’m going with it now, to the middle of the river where the water runs deep.  I remember that I’m a good swimmer and at home in the water.  It’s time to celebrate like a breaching whale, to keep my eyes open, my head above water, and let my heart go with the flow.

New River via VA State Parks

All waters – rivers, oceans, rain, and snow – have much in common. Just as we are more alike than different. It is time for each of us to find our sacred way and to see that our rivers connect.

Everyone belongs.


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Healing River

New River via VA State Parks

New River State Park, Virginia

 

About 15 years ago, I was on my way to work and decided the pain in my chest was definitely worse than my usual acid reflux. So, instead of going to work, I drove to the urgent care place. (You don’t mess around with chest pain.) It was a couple weeks after my husband left. We’d been married for twenty years and I thought we would grow old together. My romantic heart was broken. After some tests, the PA on duty told me my actual heart was okay (medically). It was just acid reflux and stress causing my chest pain. In spite of medication, I had heartburn almost every day for the next year. I learned to live with it.

About a year or so after the urgent care visit, a friend asked me if I wanted to go camping near Galax, Virginia with her and her son. We took separate cars because she would not be staying as long. I followed in my car with my son, my daughter, and our golden retriever, Jesse. The drive took several hours with at least one hour crawling by at 25 miles per hour because of the road work. My friend made a sign with lipstick and had her son hold it up in the rear-view mirror to encourage us:

IT  WILL  BE  WORTH  IT !

The campsite was down the hill from a big, white house belonging to a friend of my friend. It wasn’t summer yet, so we had the area mostly to ourselves. I loved seeing  Jesse run off-leash through the field next to the river bank. The sparkling water was chilly, so he didn’t swim much, but he drank from the clear river whenever he felt thirsty. That first night, after watching the stars come out, I went to bed and listened to the song of the water dancing  over the rocks. I slept better than I had in a long time. The next day, I realized my acid reflux was gone! I had no heart burn the whole time we camped at the river.

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I took this at our campsite near Galax, Va.

My acid reflux has returned from time to time, but ever since we camped at the river, it has been mild and infrequent – a signal my body gives me to let me know I’m too stressed and need to take time to relax.

 


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Being Held and Throwing Rocks

Actions speak louder than words.

Loving Me, Too

It was one of those days. I felt overwhelmed to the point of tears, but had not cried in a months. Tears can be a good way to release tension, though that was not my plan. “I’m supposed to be strong,” according to the tape in my head that has played so long, I tend to believe it. Plus, I had so much to be thankful for! When I got home from work, I didn’t know whether to vent or to take a nap.

Then my dear husband asked how my day was, and the floodgates opened, releasing my tears as he held me.

There were years when no one held me when I cried. No one except God, that is. I imagined God holding me, and God did hold me, lovingly, for which I am eternally grateful.

Remembering I am forever loved by God always helps. 

But feeling physical…

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