Last week end of summer

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grand Father of the West

I thank you for watching over us.

For the power of the thunder and lightening.

For the medicine that you share.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Time to get your feathers in order.

The last week end of summer is upon us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The road today leads to the harvest.

Let that road be smooth and the journey one of anticipation.

 

 

 

 

 

As the time of harvest is upon us.

Begin to pick the fruits of wisdom that have grown in the season of the sun.

Use that wisdom to shed what presents it self to be what it clearly is not.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Begin to free yourself from the clutches of the Mr. Crutches

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look for the company of those who have brought you a beverage of growth.

A smile to your face.

Something positive to the table of life

 

 

 

 

 

 

The harvest song is one of time and wisdom.

Applying what has grown in your hearts and spirits to life going forward.

The spoils shall be returned to the earth for these songs

fell upon def. ears

 

 

 

 

 

As we bid adieu to the beauty and warmth of Grandfather suns time.

We keep his season in our hearts and in our spirits.

He will serve us on our journey, by keeping the lights on in our being.

Enjoy this week end, and gather the blessings wisdom and knowledge that has grown within.

Begin to pick only what you need, that feeds you mentally. physically, spiritually.

                                    For this is an obligation, that we need to keep for ourselves,
                                            and for those whose truths have been recognized.