"Untitled ..." (Inspired by my Grandma, Bernice Lambert Robinson.)




Creation has been my constant companion sending greetings and strength through gentle breezes and mighty storms, through leaves that rustle across my path as an invisible presence walks with me, through Songbirds that sing to me when I am hurting and alone, by Crows appearing as Spirit guides when I am losing my way, as Horses that cross fields to say hello, and as Butterflies that seem to appear randomly over and over in unexpected places ... was that the same beautiful yellow butterfly that followed me for two miles or was it 15 different identical butterflies appearing one at a time?


I came to know and trust Creation from an early age when my Grandmother walked with me, talked with me, and shared her wisdom with me. She gave me an awareness of my Native past, of the mysteries, beauty, and comfort found deep in the ridges and hollows of my mountain home. She continues to be part of Creation that comforts me and guides me because h


er presence did not leave with her death. She is with me when I feel the gentle breeze, when I am shaken by the mighty storm, when the leaves rustle as I walk by, in the voice of the Songbird, and the message of the Crow. She is with the Horses as they come to say hello, and she flies with the butterflies as I make my way through this life. We exist together as part of Creation across time and space.


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