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December 29, 2013

Sitting with pencil poised, my mind goes from thought to thought and none seem worthy of paper. Somewhere in me is the want to begin LoomWork anew — to weave words into a meaningful cloth of this lifepath.

On this cold morning the sun’s rays just begin to tinge the clouds with pink.



This hollow White
wraps my soul
with icy tendrils
as it seeks the
fullness of the
Sun’s warmth
and finds it
in my Heart

Writing the date just now, I realize this is the anniversary of the massacre at Wounded Knee. Riders will be arriving at the cemetery for ceremony, having endured a week long horseback journey through sub-zero weather. May their Prayer be heard. My prayer for the day is for my heart to be at peace.

So might it be — mosa