Janice

Let your pencil pray words into poetry. Let its truth sing out across the ages and faces of time. Let your brush apply the colors of life to the planes of experience. Let your hands sculpt the clay of emotion into recepticals of action. Let your example light the way for those in darkness. Let your breath blow hope across the flickering candles of fear and deception. Let your fire ignite the passion of those cold with cynicism. Let your laughter erase false idols of political animosity. Let the caverns of your heart admit the world to its warmth. Let each cell of your body vibrate in response to the glory of Spirit's song. Let your voice clarify the good and true and beautiful of life, creation, and love. Let your wealth alleviate the suffering of those it touches. Let your story be of interest to all who hear it. May your teaching inspire all who learn it to pass it forward. Let your pain be a catalyst. Let your worry be negated. Let your gratitude wash over you and give you comfort. May your step kiss the cheek of Mother Earth. Let your eyes scan the glory of Father Sky. Let the Directions tempt you toward the Medicine Path. May your destiny be fulfilled. May your ancestors and progeny be satisfied. May the seasons massage your senses and bring you peace.Questions will be answered with more questions. The path is eternal. It has always been under your feet. It is laid before you smooth and wide and only requires that you keep dancing upon it. Love is all around you like the air you breathe and all you need do is accept its invisible presence into your lungs. Let the pulp of life be your nourishment. Spend every drop to nuture the good and true and beautiful in yourself and all the world. Don't pause to see who's keeping up: the path you clear is easy to follow. Take care. Not to worry. A smile will comfort you in the face of adversity. You cannot go wrong; indeed, you have already succeeded. When it is time to rest, ride on the shoulders of those who will keep you moving on your path. They are easy to find, as all paths lead to the same place. The path requires endurance, but not speed. Enjoy the journey; know its conclusion only when you are there. You are my child and I will hold your hand in mine. Know my names and recognise me in my songs and symbols and dances and humour. Feel my cool touch in the path of your tears. Time stretches before us, and contracts to but moments as it moves behind. Know each minute for the precious gift it is. It has taken millenia to bring you to it, but will be gone in the next blink of your eye. Don't cling to them with bittersweetness, but spend them with abandon. Abandon yourself in the joyous work that is you.Dictated to Janice Lind All Saint's Day 2008