I sit on a cliff top overlooking the ocean, an arbutus tree behind me. From a small satchel I pull out some sage, bound together in a small bundle, and I place this on the ground before me. I light this with a wooden match and as the smoke from the sage rises, I become heady with the scent of nature. As I use the sage to smudge myself; allowing the smoke to carry any negative energy away, I say my prayers and open my heart.
It is in the instant that I know that my life is both vast and insignificant at the same time.
Creator holds me in the palm of a great and loving hand as I close my eyes and let the mist from the ocean wash my mind and body clean. I become one with the Earth and She shares with me her rich and powerful energy. I begin to drum in rhythm to the beating heart of Earth. My Spirit flies free and I know the possibilities of pure love. I know I will be provided with all I require and I am blessed by this knowing. Gone from my heart are stress and worry, replaced by faith and peace. It is my faith that carries me ever farther along my spiritual journey to a place of bliss; to a place of compassion.
I open my eyes and see the sun peeking out from behind the clouds. I hear the call of the seagulls and smell the fresh ocean air. I am not separate from these creations of nature, as my senses remind me. I AM nature; with Creator protecting me from above and Earth supporting me from below.
As I arise to return home my eyes fall upon the debris left behind by my people and I am compelled to pick up what does not belong; a small offering to this Earth and to the Creator who holds me. I am listening to the voice of Spirit as my Ancestors once did and I know I belong here. All else falls away in these moments and I simply am. I am simply Spirit.
When I know compassion I know the face of God…it is reflected in those I look upon, reflected in my touch and in my heart.
Upon the cliff I access this place, this compassion, each time longer then the time before. It matters that I try, that we all try.