07-12-2014, 05:29 AM
I long to go home too.
For many years now, walking the dog at night is my time for prayer. I always talk with That One. I remember in my youth sometimes yelling at That Power. The memory makes me laugh at myself.
These days it’s talk, looking up at the night sky . . but just about always, when that is complete, I shift my head a little to talk with my Teachers, and my Guides, and my Elders, and my Family, often apologizing for not yet feeling that my work is complete, or good enough, and always letting them know how very happy I will be when I finally return home.
For many years now, walking the dog at night is my time for prayer. I always talk with That One. I remember in my youth sometimes yelling at That Power. The memory makes me laugh at myself.
These days it’s talk, looking up at the night sky . . but just about always, when that is complete, I shift my head a little to talk with my Teachers, and my Guides, and my Elders, and my Family, often apologizing for not yet feeling that my work is complete, or good enough, and always letting them know how very happy I will be when I finally return home.