I had the honor of being taught some of the Native American rituals and ways by a mentor named Bear.
I have a great respect for all religions and belief systems, and my travels and studies have left me with many questions spiritually and about the role of women in the church.
I have great respect for all life—both human and animal—and I believe we are all connected.
A deer, with her tiny doe stuck to her side, looked on with big brown eyes; she understood the moment, as all animals do. A rabbit with a clutch of pups twitched her pink nose beneath a canopy of laurel bushes and seemed to smile. And strangely enough, there was a snow-white squirrel looking down from the highest branch of a barren tree. He too seemed to be smiling. But no one noticed.
The baby was- as they all are- pure, new and joyously crying out as she gasped for air…. It was then that they noticed the raccoon, then another, and a hawk flew overhead and landed in a nearby tree, and they heard the rustle of a deer. It seemed that all of the forest had come to see what all of the fuss was about, but even more than that, each creature including the frogs from the pond, stopped their croaking and stared into the makeshift shelter at the baby girl. For one brief moment, there was silence. Even from the highway as if everyone knew that something miraculous had just taken place…
“Weird that this is happening on Christmas Eve, right?”