I can feel the cool wind through my light sweater with each step I take this evening. I like to go on evening walks, especially when the weather is pleasant. Tonight, it is just right, fitting for anyone, to come out here and inhale the magic of nature’s call.
I wonder about it all as I look around at the congestion of cars in the busy street just several feet away. There is a swishing sound, as if all that traffic has brought with it a wave of musical roaring hurry. It’s the new sound of the times, and along with it comes the lyrics, “beep, quick, go, drive!”
But what did I miss? Where did it all go?
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No, those beautiful multi colored flowers aren’t for picking. They are so spectacular just as they are, right there, firmly planted within the nurturing ground. The wind feels a bit stronger now, more piercing as my thoughts become more in depth.
Do we ever stop to wonder on any given day, just where did it all go?
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It’s dying, it’s fading away. We are losing it very quickly and at the same time it will emerge and embrace us, the minute we remember just how supreme it really is. Quiet yourself and remember the stillness within you. There deep inside don’t you long to be free? The very thing that has enslaved us is the very thing that can set us free.
We have forgotten who we really are.
No, you don't have a great talent, you have a blessing only a loving Creator could give. Think, the brain neurons are a lost tribe, a dying people. They are our seeds, our freedom, our ability to break free. They are suffering on the Pine Ridge reservation, a people, our people, our interconnected hidden seed. The water was once clean, the earth was fruitful. Why do I have to follow the rules? Don’t swim here, don’t play here, don’t do this or that. We have created our own dis-ease.
Where did it all go? I need it to stay alive, I need to remember, I need to be free.
The wind has faded now, and the orange sun is soon going to set over there as it rests along the foothills. Oh, the gorgeous foothills. Did I remember to smile at that young woman who just walked past me holding her child? Don’t let it all go away, help me to remember, help me bring it all back, don’t let it die. A beautiful native people, where are they now? A free consciousness cries out from within, a dying memory that can still live if we want it to. It is you and it is me, it is what connects us all.
Help me to Remember, author Patricia Huff copyright 2017