SMOKE ON THE WIND

After a nice gentle rain, I like to close my eyes and play my Native American flute to open hearts to the Love and Light of The Creator, and to nourish our minds and spirits with the cleansing rain, praying that it will reach all humanity. ‑After the last note is played, I slowly lower the flute to my side and say one last prayer before opening my eyes, that the rains will have washed away anger and hatred; and that when we all open our hearts, we will have opened our eyes to see the Rainbow of Peace on Mother Earth.

SPROUTS OF LIFE

We need to bury our differences, nourish them with love, and see what grows.

 

Rev. Tom Dancing Feather Ebbing

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