A Thanks-Giving

  Aho beloved children and grandchildren, the Rainbow Warriors Fair,

Yesterday there was much thanks-giving (Thanksgiving Day) in my heart and in the winds, but I just couldn't find the part on how to share with you, and where to begin.

When the words don't come, and the tune's not there, what do we say and what do we share?  It is as if there is just emptiness, a hole where love should lie, and great sadness of spirit instead of apple pie in the sky.  This is the heart that I feel in the world, a heart that has decided there is no more truth and no shiny new pearls.  There is great weariness of soul and no one seems to know where or how to go.  May I say little one, that you need to look close, for there is something dear to you if you would look beyond the post.  A moment of time if you would take it now for you, to bring into memory all the great things you know to be true.  It is when I forget to say thank you, then things start to go very wrong, when I forget to be grateful then I seem to lose my song.  So many things want to take my attention away, the mean person in the car that drove right into my way.  The person who did swear as my child did bring the cart, and everyone, everywhere that forgot where we all did start.  My song has had some glitches as time has gone her way, my song has been full of pity when I couldn't remember to bow and pray.  I want to be more great-full when things go on the run, a heart to always love you, even when things aren't that much fun.  Today I pick up my remembrance stone, and give it a little kiss, for in this stone I will be true, a thankfulness of bliss.  This is just a little rock, any sweet one will do, but it is a rock to remind me, to always be grateful for all of yew.
 
Blessings on the winds the nine sacred streams I send,
a little humble heart to say, I do bless thee and all your days,
and happiness within.   



Grandmother Comfort in the Wind your Sunshine Glory Shines
elder gray child, gray, blue, magenta, gray
Hoops of the Universe


Rock 0n little one...



 

 Let me show you how it's done, just roll up your arms and dive on in, with open arms and a warm smile, you will be okay in awhile. I am Grandmother Comfort in the Wind and I am here to share our souls again. Once we walked and shared our heart. Now it's time for us to begin this walk and impart. Share your story with the heaven sent. Share your heart where ever you went. Share with the world, prophecy has arrived. It's time for us to say good night. Dream and think of me holding you when you need, for I will rock you to bed to sleep. Dream of far off distant shores, where all will be relatives more/moor (watered grass, welcome to a new home, heaven and earth we do roam).