Guardian of Winter- Tatanka

Guardian of Winter- Tatanka

As I gaze across the frozen field,
in the whirl of the snow,
I begin  to see the steaming breath.
Stepping forward through the wind
and flying frozen crystals He appears
with great majesty.

As if forming out of the air itself
the messenger arrives
white as the snow
massive head shaking,
it's gaze settling upon me.
Buffalo- guardian of the North.
Tatanka

So it is with visions,
so clear, it defies understanding
with  human words.
It's voice is the wind-
it whispers and shouts.

"Do not forget that abundance is found
when you trust and forage.
It will require effort" he said.

"Trouble yourself  no more in traveling backward-
there is nothing left in the past,
for all you need will be given to you in the future.

Wrap yourself in my coat- feel the depth of it's warmth. 
I am slow- but  my hooves make great thunder when I must run.

I am the very beating of your heart.
Trust the knowing others cannot feel.
I am with you always......"

And in a great wind that came from the North,
through the trees and in the swirling snow he faded
away, back to the land of the ancestors....

Marianne Goldweber

Joy....

Joy
the feel of satin on my skin
sun on my face
my child neslted sleeping against my chest
the smell of grass after rain
unbridled laughter
leaves blowing
elderly couples walking hand in hand
squirrels chasing
a job well done
getting into bed with clean sheets
random kindness to strangers
silence
peace of mind

Marianne Goldweber

I believe.........

There is sacredness in this journey,

the number of it's days are the ultimate secret,
as well as the pleasure and pain of the future
and since this is one of the Great Mysteries to which there is no answer,
I believe

My faith allows me to surrender the need to know-
to embrace each day as  a gift,
and although I may not understand the great purpose
in the trials and hardships of this human existance
I believe....

I get angry at injustice, or in a young life cut short,
hate and revenge and  the unkindness of the world.
I know that it is part of the Divine Plan that I may never understand yet
I believe

There are days and times where it does not make sense,
I wince from the suffering and grief and death and tragedy.
Anger and sadness inside me churns and swells,
assaulting the shores of my soul like a great storm.
I scream- from my most human core
Why- how can this be?
and small voice within whispers the answer....
Believe


Marianne Goldweber