Majestic Sunset
Photo by Harvey Green
names with moonlight meanings still hang on like ghosts from the past to remind us they were not just savages but also spokesmen for all that they loved. Let me ask you this, Do we ever name places we live, and feelings we have, as near to the Spirit as they did? I feel something was lost and like, that season, the dried stalks shall be cut down like a nation of Indians were. Their corn like their meaning shall feed us and prepare us for the world to come. Indeed, they were not strangers to the world they would win. They were strangers here, even to us. But they will return to haunt us like the light from distant stars when we visit their spirit in thought. And if we have learned any thing from them at all, we will part with our heavy shoes for a lighter pair of moccasins so we can run with the wind to the top of a hill and listen for the distant drum beats along the river that murmurs and calls our Spirit to its gleaming ocean. Then in that moment, when we realize their unique place alongside us, we shall discover our unique place with them and they will smile again, with us. Your friend, Harvey |