Archive for November, 2010

“When people are willing to look at evil deeds for what they are and forbid them, then evil can’t hide anymore.”

CONTINUED from Life Lessons – Truth and Autumn Dreams

Your grandmother Meda used to bring me to this place when I was a very young girl.  We could talk about anything here.”

My mother’s mother, Meda, left this world before I was born.  She was a full-blood Shawnee Indian, the daughter of my majestic great-grandparents whose keen eyes still watched over us from their tintype photograph high on our living room mantle.

Instinctively proud of my Native American heritage, I felt honored to be part of a ritual she had once shared with my mother on that giant rock overlooking the stream in the hidden woods . . .



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