We Keep Meeting

The first time was so long ago.  We were children of nearby tribes.  We were lucky our tribes were not at war.

We didn’t “get” war.  We were all about connection. 

I can no longer remember who was male or who was female, that first time. 

When we first met.  It was at the very beginnings of what we called “the people.”  Each tribe called themselves “the people.”  But we know there was only one “people.”  All people were one.  Everything of the ground and air was one.  Even the stars were one with us. 

We played serious games as children.  Asking the plant for their gifts.  Tasting the gifts.  Learning with each day. 

Our tribes saw the connection between us.  They left us alone.  We brought the knowledge of the plants back to our tribes.  Our tribes became one tribe. 

They became healthier and stronger. 

We established rituals together for the taking of the sacred plants, the plants that helped us to see more clearly.  It helped others to listen to the plants. 

We learned how to use the plants and ground stones to heal.  The sacred plants helped our hunters to find game, to learn new ways to hunt.  To enrich our lives with much needed protein. 

We became we more open and compassionate to other tribes and taught them our skills of healing and hunting.

We played music and danced.  Eventually we found sexual awakening and found the ecstasy and pain of new life growing within, and without. 

Members of many tribes came long distances to learn from us. 

We grew old together. 

There was also much we couldn’t control. 

The weather became difficult.  The summers were colder and the plants could not grow well.  The winters grew even colder.  Food became scarce.  Tribes started traveling South or East or West.  The North, toward the Pole Star, was colder. 

We were very old by then.  We had lived many moons past most.  We knew this was a gift to the tribes.  But, the wearing out of the body became too much of a burden. 

We decided not to travel with the tribe.  A group of 6 young ones were left to care for us in that last winter.  They had enough food and wood to last the winter and then to travel South when the cold broke. 

We knew when we were ready for our return to Source. 

Together, we performed one last ritual, and we all drank the sacred tea.  Then, laying down, we held hands, and left this world together. 

Fully knowing that this was just the first of many lives together.

We have found each other again and again since then. 

Sometimes, I despaired of finding you ever again. 

Sometimes, we found each other again as children. 

Sometimes, it was many years before we grew enough to see clearly. 

When we saw clearly, we understood the unfolding of the world takes place exactly as it needs. 

Seeing clearly allowed compassion and patience. 

Now I have found you again. 

Thank you. 

You are a sacred gift.