Dear God,
It's a three day weekend for me. I don't work again until Tuesday. There is so much to do in such a short period of time. In my bedroom there is a mountain of boxes which are currently unfilled for the most part. Before they finally made their way to the van they were constructed into a fort in the downstairs crew room. Very creative! Not to mention insulating!
Dear God, this is the time each year to be thankful for all we have and with that is remembering and honoring those who have gone on ahead of us. Inthe Native American culture, suppers are held throughout the community and anyone and everyone is welcome. Outside, facing the west, a fire burns. Bowls with natural herbs--tobacco, sage, cedar, and sweetgrass--are placed on a table or some sort of flat surface. Those attending the fire take pinches of each herb and, walking clockwise around the fire, sprinkle the herbs into the flames. As the herbs fall amidst wood and fire, a prayer is offered up for those who have passed on. About a week or so ago, I did this to remember Angel and Angelica, my little ones who are safely in Your keeping. I will do it again this afternoon. Such a difficult time of year for me. How I miss them!
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