The Great Spirit

sunset in new mexico

I had traveled thousands of miles, most of the time wandering in my solitude, sometimes sad but unfortunately never silent.

Winter is near, close, hiding somewhere between autumn and a chilling breeze. This is a sorrowful place so I will not linger. I need to reflect and then let go and move on.

I listen to the song of the Raven, which brings me joy and rebirth. Patience has never been my virtue, but I am still trying. I have learned that we must be born and then reborn, many times.  

This is the way of the Great Spirit.

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