Walking Home

Call upon Buffalo medicine. Ask their footprints to guide and carry. Journey with them towards the only way home of through the portal of pain which now calls. The pain a gift to feel, see, honour, and alchemise. The endings create open wings of free spirit flight, but first the storm must swirl you. Know that ancestral hands and heart hold you. Travel within you, as they are you, and you are them. Warriors and nurturers have you. They hold in the deepening where fear my come. You are safe with them. They share their strengths to face what is needed, even when you blink each moment the storm crashes the face to blind you. Ride on the back of resilience one step at a time. Soften into the skin of buffalo for warmth for the heart. You are held.