The sun comes up every morning. The mystery of a new day. What it offers depends on our choices. Fall is here, time to prepare for Winter. Again choices. The following is a story of choices and the result. Hope it is read with favor.

I got back from my Mom's service and was still kind of at loose ends. Been journaling and trying to figure out where to go next.  I had been thinking for a long time to pass my pipe (channupa) on to someone. The Lakota feel the pipe is very sacred and should not necessarily be in the hands of "white eyes". I always revered it and carried it on 2 of my vision quests. So I order sage and such from this lady in SD that is a member of the Lakota Nation. She also supports prison ministry (kind of uncomfortable with that term) for Native inmates. I asked and she accepted the offer to receive the pipe. Got it sent yesterday.


Second part of the story I made the decision to "start letting go". And, the next thing that came into my thought was the drums. Can't bring myself to go to the drum circle, and it is not necessarily because of who leads it. I realized there was something wrong with that thinking. If I was to move forward I needed to mover forward. So I messaged MH on face book and offered him some of my drums. I called them my "traveling drums" because they were the ones I took to Camp Good Grief and all. He accepted the offer. I met him yesterday in the YMCA parking lot of all places. He is kind of high energy for me but not a bad person. I think he has learned somethings since the first drum circle. He realizes more that we all march to the beat of our own drum.;-) Who know now maybe I can go to the drum circles.

What I noticed most from all this was that I felt a very slight weight lifted. I walked a little straighter and felt a little less pain. This physical letting go had manifested an emotional letting go. I keep the spirit drums, I have the ceremonial pipe I made. But, I did a "Jim" thing, I gave something of value to someone else without a second thought about "what is in it for me". I have come to realize that is very freeing. I gave gifts a lot of gifts before, freely and with love. But somewhere in the back of my ego I looked for that boost of my ego. Not sure if I explained it very well but it was a very different experience than I have every had before.

Oh I am working on a new blog spot. It will be more stories and poems. Working on the writing, not so deeply personal. That is other than what life does to me to make me want to write what I write. ;-) Think the address is weaverwoman46.blogspot.com?