SECTION THREE) Search of KIVA

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Source Totem Pole Purpose-Animal Meaning& Facts Britannica The Editors of Encyclopedia Britanica, This article was recently revised by Jess Wallenfeldt.

Totem pole, carved and painted log, mounted vertically, constructed by the Native Americans of the Northwest Coast of the United States and Canada. 

There are seven principal kinds of totem poles: 

1) memorial, or heraldic, 

2) poles, erected when a house changes hands to commemorate the past owner and to identify the present one; 

3) grave markers (tombstones);   4) house posts, which support the roof; portal poles, which have a hole through which a person enters the house; 

5) welcoming poles, placed at the edge of a body of water to identify the owner of the waterfront;        

6) mortuary poles, in which the remains of the deceased are placed; 

7) ridicule poles, on which an important individual who had failed in some way had his likeness carved upside down.

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Source Totem Pole Purpose-Animal Meaning& Facts Britannica The Editors of Encyclopedia Britanica, This article was recently revised by Jess Wallenfeldt.

Totem poles from various peoples indigenous to British Columbia, Canada, in Stanley Park, Vancouver.

The carving on totem poles separates and emphasizes the flat, painted surfaces of the symbolic animals and spirits depicted on them.

Each pole generally has from one (as with a grave marker) to many (as with a family legend) animal images on it, all following standardized forms which are familiar to all Native Americans of the Northwest Coast; beavers, for example, always include cross-hatched tails, and eagles show downward curved beaks.

The word totem refers to a guardian or ancestral being, usually supernatural, that is revered and respected, but not always worshipped.

The significance of the real or mythological animal carved on a totem pole is its identification with the lineage of the head of the household. 

The animal is displayed as a type of family crest, much as an Englishman might have a lion on his crest, or a rancher a bull on his brand.  More widely known, but in fact far less common, are the elaborately carved tall totem poles that relate an entire family legend in the form of a pictograph.  

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Source Totem Pole Purpose-Animal Meaning& Facts Britannica The Editors of Encyclopedia Britanica, This article was recently revised by Jess Wallenfeldt.
 

This legend is not something that can be read in the usual sense of the word; only with an understanding of what the symbols mean to the Native Americans and a knowledge of the history and customs of the clan involved can the pole be interpreted.  

Each animal or spirit carved on the pole has meaning, and when combined on the pole in sequence, each figure is an important symbol constituent of a story or myth.  

An exact interpretation of any set of symbols, however, would be almost impossible without the help of a knowledgeable narrator from the family.  The totem pole was also a sign of the owner’s affluence, for hiring an artist to make a pole was an expensive proposition.  The carving of totem poles reached its peak in the early and middle 19th century, when the introduction of good metal tools and the wealth gained from the fur trade made it possible for many chiefs to afford these displays.  Few examples of this period remain, however, as the moist coastal atmosphere causes the cedar poles to rot and fall in about 60 to 70 years. 

Illustration Native American Navajo Made Sacred Prayer Feather with Red Wrap

(photo courtesy   of/permission from kachinahouse.com, Sedona, AZ (Summer 2020)

The Medicine Bag represent that which   is held to be the most sacred and important in the life of the traveler. It   holds those things which are of the greatest importance, and which may invite   the presence of The Healing Spirit, in the life of one who is in Recovery.   

Illustration   Native American Sioux/Ojibwe Made Beaded Medicine Bag by Teresa Cox

This hand beaded medicine bag hangs on a leather strap that drops 21 inches. This traditional personal wearing item was created by Sioux/Ojibwe artist Teresa Cox.

(Photo courtesy of Kachina House - Sedona, Arizona) 

Illustration   Native American Sioux/Ojibwe Made Beaded Medicine Bag by Teresa Cox

This hand beaded medicine bag hangs on a leather strap that drops 21 inches. This traditional personal wearing item was created by Sioux/Ojibwe artist Teresa Cox.

(Photo courtesy of Kachina House - Sedona, Arizona) 

Illustration Native American Sand Painting from Mission Del Rey

(Photo courtesy of Kachina House - Sedona, Arizona) 

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Talking Circle

The talking stick is used as a means for just and impartial hearing. Primarily used in council circles, the stick would designate who had the right to speak (whoever holds the stick speaks and all others listen). When the stick is passed to the next person, that person must repeat the essence of what the previous speaker said before speaking. 

The stick carries with it respect for free speech and the practice of true conversation. The words that are spoken should come from the heart and be soft and warm (fur) and courageous and wise (feather). 

The beads are reminders that the Great Spirit hears the message of the heart as well as the spoken word. Legend card and Certificate of Authenticity included. 

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Chaplain Michael L. Benedict

At day’s end, travelers gather around a campfire which burns from the center of camp. All are invited to sit in a united circle. In turn, each share of experiences, lessons learned, concerns for one another as well as for themselves. They share of the wisdom that has been gained and of their hope for themselves and for the others. When The Tribal Elder has finished speaking, the Talking Stick is passed on. 

All listen without interruption, always with respect. Those who wish to speak do so openly when the Talking Stick is passed to them. Each speak in turn, until it has been passed back to the Tribal Elder. Once again, The Tribal Elder speaks, then invites the Shaman (Medicine Man) to offer a blessing upon all who are a part of the village as well as visitors who have come as guests, if only for the night.

Embers will glow throughout the night – providing warmth from the chill, protection from would be predators. There is always one who will watch over the fire by night, while serving as the Sentry of The Camp. At the first light of dawn, The Sentry will place small pieces of wood on the coals. The Sentry watches over the fire – to warn of any would be intruders, invaders, or potential sources of disruption. 

At the first light of dawn, The Sentry places small pieces of wood on the coals, travelers gather around the campfire once again, embers of which have been glowing throughout the night – warmth from the chill, protection from would be predators, sign of the center of camp. Embers from the fire of the night before will be rekindled, that all may partake of the morning meal. The fire will then be extinguished as travelers prepare to break camp and move forward. A moment of silence, break camp and move forward – always moving forward, never returning to that which has been – but content, just to be - in and of the moment, while embarking upon the next part of the journey that lies ahead. 

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The journey of the Cherokee upon the ‘Trail of Tears’ reached its apex with the Indian Removal Act, through orders President Andrew Jackson. The 1st Nation People of the Southeastern United States were forced from their land, to relocate overland by north or through water way by south, to re-establish in the area of Talequah, Oklahoma. Throughout the balance of the 1800’s the ‘Trail of Tears’ also came to symbolize a forced departure from the traditions and customs of their culture and way of life.  

As the events of the 19th century ran their course, the abuse of alcohol or ‘fire water’, became prevalent throughout the 1st Nation culture – ruining lives and drowning the identity of a once proud people. And so it was that the ‘trail of tears’ took on another dimension. 

However, in the face of their struggles and challenges, those of the 1st Nation sought to hold to their roots, by passing down stories of their traditions to the younger generations. The practice has continued unto this day.  

A re-awakening among the 1st Nation culture was predicted by many of the Chiefs and Shamans of the late 1800’s. This ‘re-awakening’ may be compared to the dawn of a new day – a passion for the spirituality, customs and renewal of identity which had set them apart as a glorious people who treasured the land and why they had embraced nature as it embraced them. It was foretold that this rekindling would take place in the 7th Generation – the one of today. 

Those who were forced to walk upon the ‘Trail of Tears’ were of my own paternal ancestors. Many who walked alongside the elderly and children, who died of exposure or starvation, were my people.  

As a youth, I witnessed the effects of alcoholism in my home and began to set foot upon m ‘Trail of Tears’, through sneaking drinks from the family liquor cabinet. Some good friends were brought into my life to show me a better road to travel. It was from them that I first learned the benefit of Seeking & Accepting The Influence Of  A Guiding Presence From My CREATOR.

It is through such a reliance that I first found my KIVA  as a way and a place to seek to Keep Individual Value Alive.  It is a reliance that has remained with me even to this point along the way. 

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Any who struggle with any kind of addiction, are indeed walking upon their ‘Trail of Tears’. Through a discovery of the KIVA that lies within, all may come to walk upon a better road. That is the lesson that we may learn from the 1st Nation – that a rediscovery of self is possible. I have learned much from my people. I have compiled this work in part as an offering of my love for them and for all persons, from all walks of life, who are seeking to find their KIVA. By sharing our stories with one another, we understand that we walk upon a path that leads through deep valleys, magnificent forests, majestic mountains, along breathtaking shores and streams. We can Keep Individual Value Alive as we begin  The Spiritual Journey with one another.

It is from their influence that I now walk a ‘trail of tears’, one which I hope will be walked upon by them as this reawakening takes place. The tears shed are of joy at the discovery of my heritage and of knowing that I am one with my people. My hope for them is that they may discover a renewal of spirit and find peace for themselves as they leave behind the strange and unfamiliar walk again upon The Red Road. 

Following is a compilation of The Journey Of The Cherokee Upon The Trail Of Tears gathered from a number of sources as noted.

To this point, we have explored the importance of having an awareness of the symbolism on The Spiritual Journey. 

It is important to have an understanding of what is called, Family of Origin, including the struggles of those who have gone before. 

This may be done in in a number of ways. What follows IN NARRATIVE AND HISTORICAL FORM, is an example of how such an understanding can be achieved.

I also share with you, stories of direct family and friends who have had an influence upon My Spiritual Journey. After extensive research, I have come to a reverence for The Trail Of Tears by gaining a greater understanding of their sacrifices and struggles. 

Still, The 1st Nation remains. May it be so for your heritage as well and that what is to follow will be useful in gaining an understanding of and an appreciation for your personal Family Of Origin. 

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>A Cherokee Prayer

I pray to the great spirit guide me through this pain this world conflicts show me a world that holds no lies, that treats us like convicts abandoned by society,

in a world we once walked so free.

Show me a setting sun where blood never flows like rivers turned red where another one dies

underneath these blood red skies.

Guide me through this land so dead where visions stay in my head.

Teach me things nobody knows when this day is gone and all has come undone.

Give me the strength I need to make this a better place when my people bleed, from this world falling from grace.

https://www.spiritual-galaxy.com/native-american-prayers/#Native_American_Prayer_by_Chief_Yellow_Hawk
 

>Earth Teach Me to Remember

Earth teach me stillness as the grasses are stilled with light.

Earth teach me suffering as old stones suffer with memory.

Earth teach me humility as blossoms are humble with beginning.

Earth teach me caring as the mother who secures her young.

Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands alone.

Earth teach me limitation as the ant which crawls on the ground.

Earth teach me freedom as the eagle which soars in the sky.

Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall.

Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring.

Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life.

Earth teach me to remember kindness as dry fields weep in the rain.

https://www.spiritual-galaxy.com/native-american-prayers/#Native_American_Prayer_by_Chief_Yellow_Hawk

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Cherokee Family being removed from their home by American Soldiers.(bing.com)

Theirs was a time of quiet,

as they lived up their land,

Which was given as their homeland, that they might live in calm and peace. 

PAINTING BY BLACKBEAR BOSIN - DENVER POST

In an instant it all started,

others came to take it all away.

and force them to leave behind

their cherished home and ways. 

The Trail of Tears and the Roundup of N.C. Cherokees

(bing.com) 

Under the Command of The President  Of The United States, General Scott had given orders 

to spare no mercy to old or young; to use bayonets or rifles,

to drive them from their homes. 

https://Sauk and Fox Indians, painting by Karl Bodmer, c. 1833. 

Trail of Tears | Facts, Map, & Significance | Britannica 

In stockades they were held as prisoners of Removal Plans were made: on boat or upon horseback, toward the far off mid-west plains.

The Trail of Tears is an epochal moment not only in Cherokee history, but also in Black history.(bing.com) 

The few who escaped were recaptured, with little mercy shown. Oklahoma was awaiting to take them, would become their barren home.

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Most all of them had traveled with barely enough clothes upon their backs. Starvation, disease had claimed  the lives of so many others, others, whose remains were placed in shallow graves. They could be heard crying. Tears could be seen coming from their eyes. Often blood could be seen exiting from their fatal wounds.

Their blood and teras also, had mixed with ours, as we continued upon The Trail of Tears. United in spirit, never to be broken. Our bonds to them like our bonds to one another will remain unbroken through the course of The Journey.

Painting Of The Trail Of Tears And Death (bing.com) 

The young among them asked aloud as they watched their elders die...

https://TheTrailofTearsinSpringfield|Cherokee|HistoryMuseum-FineArt|American|Presidential|CivilWar|AndyThomas 

...a mournful, pleading question, as to why must their Elders be slain?
 

https://Trail of Tears Simple Acrylic Painting - Search Images (bing.com) 

Amid the chaos on the trail, from the young, a solemn vow was made.

Trail Of Tears Framed Art Prints for Sale - Fine Art America 

The traditions, their Elders had taught, would not perish in vain.     

The Tragedies that Befell the Five Civilized Tribes that were Forced to Trek the Trail of Tears | Ancient Origins (ancient-origins.netF) 

From The Trail Of Tears, their way of life will still define them through the coming of  the years. 

March 26, 1839: End of The Trail of Tears - Zinn Education Project (zinnedproject.org)

Heads held high, hearts beat for them, upon the course to come.

Our tears are still mixed with theirs. 

Illustration  american indian trail of tears images - Search Images (bing.com) 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

EMPOWERMENT

Lack Of Purpose & Sadness, A New Adventure  

I seek  My GEAT FATHER, who is 

My HEAVENLY CREATOR, 

My DEVOTED MASTER.

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that ed to a Lack Of Purpose. The tears that fell were of Sadness. I had descended into the depths of lingering shadows and the darkness of gloom, which seemed to hover around and upon me, never to flee. These were my constant companions for their thickness would not allow me to see the light or feel of the warmth of the sun. 

I had become hostage to that from which there seemed to be no end. It was in my hour of anguish that my voice raised to HIM. For with the lifting of voice, my spirit too arose, upward and out of the cavern of despair, onward toward the trail head that would lead me across foothills, through meadows and valleys, past lakes, rivers and streams. 

My trail would ascend upward toward the mountains that lie ahead, a slow and steady climb toward the summit that awaited me. Along the way, I felt myself in HIS company, my plea for rescue was heard as HE became My Companion On The Journey. Creation is an unending witness to its majesty, attesting to The Glory Of Grace – in Praise Of HIM and Creation, its vastness portraying itself in a work that is without end. 

Peace is restored, as at even-tide. Creation is a source of peace in weakest hours, renewed strength, enduring power. 

A reprieve of peace in nights of pain, a burden lifted, as souls embrace. In complete love, HE draws me in to cleanse and be forgiven of the deepest sin. Words not spoken, Creation too lifts praise. Though unexpressed, still prayers are heard, with grace, a need assured. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to A New Adventure. The tears that fall are of Empowerment. This is The Grace of HIS Glory. 

Today, I begin anew.

Illustration  american indian trail of tears images - Search Images (bing.com) 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears 

EMPOWERMENT

Yearning, Loneliness & Emptiness, Abundance of Happiness, HIS Gathering 

I seek  My GEAT FATHER,  

My DIVINE SHEPHERD. 

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that that led to Yearning. The tears that fell were of Loneliness and Emptiness. 

By turning aside my fear of being cut off from HIM, my life and heart are turned toward a higher realm, away from the cavern of despair which once claimed my toil worn soul. 

I turn my life, heart and desire toward HIS Guiding Presence. My soul is lifted upward by the tender hand of HIS Grace and Mercy. 

Beyond Surrender — 

HE gives the Gift of Obedience to HIM. 

Beyond Prayerful Confession, Humility and Accountability — 

HE gives the Gift of Restoration through HIM. 

Beyond Sorrow — 

HE gives the Gift of Happiness that HE shares with me. 

Beyond Forgiveness — 

HE gives the Gift of HIS Justice and Mercy. 

The voice of praise testifies to my soul and from my spirit, to my heart and from my being. I am called upon to receive and to testify of the abundance which has been given. 

I find Shelter in HIS Protection. 

I find Peace in HIS Gentleness. 

I find Solace in HIS Tenderness. 

I find Mercy in HIS Acceptance. 

I find Hope in HIS Assurance. 

I find Faith in HIS Strength. 

I wait upon HIM, as I am waited upon in tenderness, though my waiting is but of a moment. 

HIS waiting upon me is unending. 

HE is my Refuge From Contention And Discord. As I seek the peace that only HE may give, My Spiritual Journey becomes one of Quiet Meditation, Contemplation, Solitude and Serenity — free from chaos, discord and disharmony. I keep the Peace that only HE may give. 

My Spiritual Journey becomes one of Fulfillment, Peace and Joy – free from distraction, contention, and ill will. 

HE desires such Peace for me on My Spiritual Journey, that its intent may be fulfilled — that of bringing me into loftier realm of existence. Beyond tribulation and struggle HE brings me to a Realm Of Peace, Rest and Healing. The voice of praise testifies to my soul and from My Spirit to My Heart and from My Being. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Independence and an Abundance of Happiness. The tears that fall are of HIS Gathering me into the Circle of HIS Everlasting Love. The tears that fall are of Belonging. This is The Glory of HIS Grace. 

Today, I begin anew.

Illustration  american indian trail of tears images - Search Images (bing.com) 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

INDEPENDENCE

Bondage, Contention Bitterness, Woe, Isolation, Contentment & Peace 

 
I seek  My GEAT FATHER, who is    

My KIND PROVIDER,  

My MERCIFUL JUDGE. 

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Bondage. The tears that fell were of Contention and Bitterness, Woe and Isolation. 

When I wander from the purity of cleansing I become spotted. 

When I become spotted by sin, I become tarnished by the enticing of the world. 

Now, I seek to turn my back upon temptation. Instead, I look to cast my eyes, heart, feet and soul toward HIM, that purity may cleanse me and keep me unblemished. I venture onward. Such is the Law of Creation, that I may follow, that I may become unblemished, free and independent from that which might bind me. 

Because of all that has been created, even HE and Creation are subject unto law. That which seeks to part from law shall no longer be in harmony with HIM and with Creation, from the Earth below to the Heavens above. As I am in harmony, I know I am given law, not as a limit, but as a way of becoming Independent from all that would keep me from continuing My Spiritual Journey. 

It is now my time to prepare, to receive The Abundance that awaits. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Independence. The tears that fall are of Contentment and Peace. This is The Grace of HIS Glory. 

Today, I begin anew.

Illustration  american indian trail of tears images - Search Images (bing.com) 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

>CHOICE

Remorse, Regret & Sorrow, Abundance & Rejoicing 

I call upon My GEAT FATHER, who is 

My IMMORTAL PROTECTOR, 

My CONSTANT DEFENDER. 

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Remorse. The tears that fell were of Regret and Sorrow. 

I recognize that which I have received at HIS Hand. To recognize is to receive. To receive is to recognize. 

I am among those who have been gathered at HIS Hand... 

...the poor in spirit, rich in the substance of HIS Virtue. 

...the mournful from life’s uncertainty, comforted in the tenderness of HIS Healing. 

...the meek in the eyes of the world, abundant in the richness of promise of being uplifted. 

...the hungry and thirsting, not for the comforts of mortality but for HIS Hope of Eternity

....the merciful not only unto my fellowman, but unto myself. 

...the pure in heart to shed my weaknesses. 

...that I may become strengthened in my life. 

I seek to give, that I might bring a measure of peace into the lives of those about me, that we all may be claimed as peacemakers who will inherit a portion of the Kingdom of Creation. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Abundance. 

The tears that fall are of Rejoicing. 

This is The Glory of HIS Grace. 

Today, I begin anew. 

Illustration  Cherokee National Museum, Park Hill, Cherokee County, Oklahoma 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

>HOPE

Hopelessness, Restlessness, Worry 

I call upon My Great Father who is 

My EVERLASTING EXAMPLE, 

My PERPETUAL TEACHER.

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Hopelessness. 

The tears that fell were of Restlessness and Worry. 

My EXAMPLE & TEACHER brings a Guiding Presence into my life that I might be saved from all temptation, from all harm, from the moments in which I am weak in faith.  We walk, ever at the side of one another. 

I become like unto a child, as I walk in HIS Holy Light. Child-like is my spirit — innocent, meek, submissive to HIM upon  

My Spiritual Journey. 

I gain wisdom with the progression of each step as I am led onward. HE who emerges from the shadow of death calls me now, to emerge from the shadow of despair, uncertainty and doubt.

I am offered to walk upon a path which will never again hover beneath a shroud of darkness. I will always walk amid HIS Guiding Canopy of Light. 

Placed within me is the desire to know HIS Desire for me. Mine is to simply seek HIM, for HE will find me. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Faith.

The tears that fall are of Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM.

This The Grace of HIS Glory.

Today, I begin anew. 

Illustration https://fineartamerica.com/ 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

>HOPE

No Meaning & Despair, Understanding & Thanksgiving

I call upon My Great Father who is 

My EVERLASTING EXAMPLE, 

My PERPETUAL TEACHER.

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that had No Meaning. The tears that fell were of Despair. 

At HIS Hand, I emerge from the shadows, onward toward the light. I begin a Journey of Discovery upon the Path of Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM.

The wholeness of Healing, like unto a miracle of mercy, has brought the countenance of rest upon my soul. Eternal Love has given root to my life which has found its salvation — one day at a time. 

Enlightened through Love, I am cleansed through Compassion. 

Victorious from despair, I find the Completeness of HIS Cleansing. 

Pardoned by a plea on my behalf, I am unshackled from the shame of misdeeds and the guilt of flaws of character. 

I gain solace in serenity, which becomes a measure of meekness. 

I become secure in HIS Sanctity. 

The goodness of grace restores and renews me unto a resurrection of soul, that I might experience a portion of the purity of perfection. 

Through HIS Peace, I am at rest. Through HIS Love, I am content to love myself. Never to be least, I am never to be lost. Never to be alone, I am always to belong. 

I feel HIS Love as I arrive at each new summit. My knowing of such a presence brings light into my life – The Light of Recovery and Healing Through HIS Restoration And Renewal. HE brings me HIS Peace and Comfort, HIS Joy and Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM. HE grants me the strength to conquer each challenge that awaits me.

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Understanding. 

The tears that fall are of Thanksgiving. This is The Glory of HIS Grace. 

Today, I begin anew. 

Illustration  american indian trail of tears images - Search Images (bing.com) 

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

VISION

Regret, Sorrow, Meaningful Living, Joyful Fulfillment, Gratitude. 

I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is 

My FRIEND OF FRIENDS, 

My GRACEFUL COMPANION.

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Regret.  The tears that fell were of  were of Sorrow. 

I descended into the depths of lingering shadows and the darkness of gloom, which seemed to hover around and upon me, never to flee. 

These were my constant companions for their thickness would not allow me to see the light or feel of the warmth of the sun. 

I became a hostage to that from which there seemed to be no end.

It was in my hour of anguish that my voice raised to HIM. 

For with the lifting of voice, 

My Spirit too arose, upward and out of the cavern of despair, onward toward the trail head 

that would lead me across foothills, through meadows and valleys, past lakes, rivers and streams.

My trail ascended upward toward the mountains that lie ahead, a slow and steady climb toward the summit that awaited me. 

Along the way, I felt myself in HIS Company. HE heard my plea for rescue and became my companion as my journey forged ahead. Never again would I become lost, feeling as though I had been left alone. The nights of darkness are no more. Instead, are days of light, the sun claiming itself as conqueror of the sky. Length of days are as the cycle of the seasons, with spring and summer surrendering to leaves of gold, yellow, red which cast themselves upon the forest floor, 

secluding the pathway, in preparation for winter burial. 

Through the passage of each season, My Spiritual Journey leads onward, at HIS Hand — 

My GREAT FATHER, who is   

My HEAVENLY CREATOR, 

My DEVOTED MASTER.

It is HE who has become 

My Strength, My Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM and HIS Re-assurance that all will be well. 

I stand as HIS Witness, for I have come from one valley to a pinnacle and summit that will be my resting place for but a short time. 

Peace is restored, at even-tide. 

Creation is a source of peace in the hours of twilight.  Strength and enduring power shall be renewed with the arrival of the dawn. 

A reprieve of peace in nights of pain shall be lifted, each burden lightened as souls embrace. 

I take rest amid The Haven Of The Trees, before traveling onward. 

Sun and clouds mark their imprint against the sky by day. Moon and stars accent their place within the heavens by night. 

My Spiritual Journey extends beyond the length of day, beyond the step ahead, past the next horizon. Footsteps mark their place upon the soft, impressionable array of soil, grass and leaves. 

That which is marked behind will linger, but only for a while. That which lies ahead is without end — as HIS Love that abides with me upon My Spiritual Journey. 

It is HE who has placed me here. 

Both My Spiritual Journey and HIS Love have no end. The measure of My Spiritual Journey is for me to partake of the fruits of Meaningful Living. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Joyful Fulfillment. The tears that fall are of Gratitude. This is The Grace Of HIS Glory.

Today, I begin anew. 

Illustration  At Least 3,000 Native Americans Died on the Trail of Tears | HISTORY  

Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears

VISION

Hollowness & Void, Fulness & Wholeness 

I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is 

My FRIEND OF FRIENDS, 

My GRACEFUL COMPANION.

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Hollowness.  The tears that fell were of  were of Void and Being Without Direction. 

I sought, not only to be blessed by my HIM, but to recognize the blessings that I have received, and to express thanksgiving. I find comfort in knowing that the blessing which has been promised to all those of times past, is promised to me as I come to HIM... 

...for Forgiveness Through HIS Justice and Mercy. 

...for Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM

....for HIS Recovery And Healing, HIS Restoration And Renewal. 

No matter how great the sin, no matter how desperate the hour, no matter how deep and painful the wound, I receive a promise of Forgiveness Through HIS Justice and Mercy. 

In the here and now and at HIS Hand, I experience HIS Recovery And Healing, HIS Restoration And Renewal. In the here and now, I seek that which has been sought from days past and which will be sought in days which have yet to come. 

For that which is sought is that which is given to all who will seek a bonding of Union with HIM. 

My heart is filled with the Joy of knowing that I may make a Choice to invite such a presence on My Spiritual Journey. 

I find within myself, the Joy found by making a Choice To Seek HIM. Choice is never elusive. It never leaves a traveler to wander the pathway alone. To forsake the joy that is intended for me is to embrace that which offers no fulfillment.

There will always be another valley, meadow and mountain, each of which will lead me onward, on a continual quest .I bear my witness of all that which surrounds me, that all are a part of one another, having been created at the same hand, as strokes upon the Canvass of Creation. Creation is an unending witness to its majesty, its vastness portraying itself in a work that is without end.
 

Everlasting – HIS gentleness for me. 

Never ending – HIS tenderness unto me.
Far extending – HIS intent for me. Beyond describing – HIS belief for me.

Honoring me as one of HIS, my heart receives a measure of Grace that comes upon me like unto a cloak upon my shoulders, giving warmth unto my spirit, and a covering from the cold. I place my steps upon the path once more.

Rest and replenishment remain with me as I travel onward. 

For that which I have been given will remain with me. Rest and replenishment await, beckoning the weary traveler to rest, as if to be within.
 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Fulness. The tears that fall are of Wholeness. This The Grace of HIS Glory. 

Today, I begin anew. 

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Upon The Spiritual Trail Of Tears               

HEALING

Emptiness, Lack of Self Worth, Fulfillment, Wonder

I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is My MERCIFUL HEALER, 

My COMPASSIONATE REDEEMER. 

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Emptiness. The tears that fell were of  were of feeling a Lack of Self-worth.

I have learned that all are as branches of a common tree. 

I am a New Creation — like the sun that rises above the crest of a mountain, or the wave which returns to shore, I rise from what has been to leave my mark upon that which is about me. I am a part of that whole — for my part is of worth as my life touches that which is and those who are near me. 

Though the leaves of autumn descend, they return upon the advent of spring. Each day, I renew my understanding of the Creation which was made for me 

and was placed here that I may come to learn that I am a part of it.

Each day I change — not only by the cycle of nature around me, but through Choice as well as Circumstance. 

I renew my awareness of potential. 

I become as Creation is — evolving, full of beauty, yet not quite finished. It is on My Spiritual Journey that I Discover a Sacred and Holy Place for Meditation and Reflection.

Today is like all my yesterdays and tomorrows — full of Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM. 

Such Hope makes me equal to my challenges and opportunities, to my struggle and celebrations. 

I face my challenges, knowing that each is but of a moment which may bring out the very best that is in me. 

In complete love, HE draws me in to cleanse, and be forgiven of the deepest sin. Words spoken for Creation lifts its praise. Though unexpressed, prayers are heard, with Grace, a need assured. 

I raise my heart on high, to the whole of the Creation that lies before me and to HIS Sacred, Holy Name – THE ONE who gives me HIS Guiding Presence.

Never again will I become lost, feeling as though I had been left alone. 

HE gives me a source of strength, that all would be well Hope Through Trust and Faith in HIM. It is upon My Spiritual Journey that I will find peace through Spiritual Awareness.

Mine is a constant rediscovery of individual worth and limitless potential. I leave the burdens and discouragement of the past behind.
 

My inner strength is like the cycle of creation of which I am a part — limitless, for it is without beginning or end. I carry on through each day with a promise to myself, not forgetting the miracle that is within me. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Fulfillment. 

The tears that fall are of Wonder and Awe of all that HE has shown me. This is The Glory Of HIS Grace.

Today, I begin anew. 

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COURAGE

Hunger, Thirst, Longing, Satisfaction & Renewal 

I seek My GREAT FATHER, who is 

My FAITHFUL MENTOR, 

My SUPREME ADVOCATE. 

I once walked upon a Trail of Tears that led to Hunger. The tears that fell were of Thirst & Longing. 

HE grants... my heart’s desire to learn...my heart’s desire to obey...my heart’s desire to forsake that which would keep me from both. I am comforted in knowing that I will be led upon the path, though hidden by depths of snow, which will cover, cleanse and make pure, before the arrival of the following spring and a renewal of life. 

My Spiritual Journey, like unto each season’s passing, is a ritual and progression of restoration and a renewal of the soul. 

I now walk upon a Spiritual Trail of Tears that leads to Satisfaction The tears that fall are of Renewal. This is The Glory of HIS Grace. 

Today, I begin anew. 

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FAMILY

Tuesday, April 19th (Part One)

It was while watching the coverage of that event, I received a telephone call from my niece in New York. She called to inform me about my sister’s death the night before, from an apparent overdose of sedatives and alcohol. Her life had come to a tragic though somewhat unexpected conclusion. 

Though we were separated in age through a difference of eight years and through a cross-country distance, she and I had developed a closeness which I still feel, even after all these years since her passing. Scarcely comprehending the reality of the Oklahoma City Bombing, stark reality slapped me in the face as I sought to come to terms with my sister’s passing at her hands.

 
For me, the two events of that day are intertwined. As the years have passed, I find myself grieving for the loss of persons whom I had never known as well as for one who I had loved since childhood. 

I knew full well that the families of those who had been lost on that day were unaware regarding my grief over her passing. 

I retire to the mountains each 

April 19th, with two roses. I place both on a secluded rock. I then release two balloons into the air. One is for the Oklahoma City victims, the other is for my sister, LaVon. 

Those of us who were left behind on that horrible day reflect upon our losses and the emptiness that has been brought about by their absence. As the families of Oklahoma City and subsequent tragedies have come to cope with their grief, countless families, mine included, have come to grapple with craving and dependency of their addiction or with the challenges and struggles that are influenced by their mental illness. 

Amid the rubble of 19 April, Hope renewed with the reassurance that those who had been taken on that day had somehow found peace. Those of us who have been left behind, continue on by seeking that same peace for ourselves. For just as surely as the day turned black on that morning, HIS Faith and Hope rests upon those who might turn toward the light of the sun once again. For those who are struggling with these cravings and dependencies, with theses challenges and struggles, may the Journey if Discovery lead you toward a guiding light in the quest to emerge from the rubble and the darkness, as your heart is turned toward THE PROTECTOR. 

May your Spiritual Journey be influenced by religious beliefs as well as principles and traditions which are embraced by support groups that encourage reliance upon Spirituality.

The conversation on the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness takes place on several fronts. Some suggest that both are physiological, psychological or psychiatric in nature, or a combination of these. As these cravings and dependencies as these challenges and struggles are multidimensional, HIS Recovery And Healing, HIS Restoration And Renewal is multi-faceted. 

An awareness and acceptance of HIS Guiding Presence is a powerful source of personal strength in treatment and recovery is at the core of any ‘spiritual based support movement’. For were treatment not to include a spiritual dimension, recovery could never commence. 

Any individual who grapples with the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness (referred to as craving and dependency, challenges and struggles) will come to rely on a Relationship with HIM as THE WAY to validate individual worth (as well as THE TRUTH and THE LIFE). 

The mentally ill and the addicted fight their battles ‘one day at a time’, seeking strength with each passing moment and pursuing a fullness of life which is free of dependency. As stated, alcohol flowed freely in the home where I was raised. I witnessed its effects upon my immediate family. Coupled with the struggles that my sister faced, I gained an awareness of the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness (craving and dependency, challenges and struggles). It is from that awareness that I gained an understanding of the essence of recovery support groups — for those who are in recovery for addiction illness and for those who are in treatment for mental illness. 

During my 30 years in the professional field of human services, I have come to appreciate the role that spirituality plays in the lives of those who face special challenges in their lives. Sadly, these individuals are faced with a stigma as they are often looked upon as the disenfranchised or outcasts — the homeless, the physically and emotionally handicapped, the aged, the mentally ill and the addicted. When in fact, it is these individuals who are included as the ‘least of these’ as referred to by THE PROTECTOR. Certainly, the ‘least of these’ are seeking to crawl out from underneath the rubble of their lives, to make something better for themselves.  
 

In a very real sense, spiritual support groups provide a very real bridge between cultures, religious communities and individuals from all walks of life – a greater awareness of individual worth becoming the ‘common denominator’.  Since her passing, I have gained a new appreciation of maintaining a balance between deeply held Religious Values and a Spiritual Center. I have come to understand that though Religion and Spirituality may be closely woven together. Depending upon an individual point of vies, Spirituality takes on a respective dimension in the face of a person’s circumstance.  

The stories of the mentally ill and addicted bear witness that recovery is a continuing process, much like My  Spiritual Journey. It is through the grace and atonement of THE PROTECTOR that we become equal to the burden that we may be experiencing. Just as HE descended below and rose above all things, so too shall HE raise us in HIS Warmth, Hope, Peace and Calm — even when facing the cravings and dependencies of addiction/the challenges and struggles of mental illness (craving and dependency, challenges and struggles).  

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FAMILY

Tuesday, April 19th

(Part Two & Eulogy) 

This is what I have learned — as a Hospital Chaplain, as an Outreach Worker/Advocate for Homeless and Homebound, as a Residential Services Director for Senior Citizen And Handicapped Adult Housing Facilities.

I have often asked myself if I would have the fortitude to fight the battles that many of those with whom I have rubbed shoulders have faced. Yet, I have come to understand courage as the ‘common denominator’ which ties them together, for their desires to maintain their spiritual center remain. 

Quite simply, that spiritual center is a lasting relationship with 

THE PROTECTOR, and an understanding/acceptance of the principles of HIS Gospel Providing those in treatment with the resources and insights that are needed to begin and continue the recovery process is the challenge given to all of us who ‘minister’ unto them. Yet, in a very real sense, it is they who come to be our ministers – for we may, by virtue of our service to them, be entertaining angels unawares .  

As with all, the downtrodden and weary are writing and living their stories. Their circumstances might not be of their choosing. Still, they seek a difference in their lives as well as understanding from those about them. The living human documents of their lives become their testament to 

My PROTECTOR, who makes all things anew. Circumstance may not always be a matter of choice. Within one’s ability, however, response to the present and the future is. 

By choosing to come unto HIS Tree Of Life, My Spiritual Journey has become one of Recovery And Healing, Restoration And Renewal. For those who may be traveling on the road to recovery, know that there are people around you, both personal and professional, who are genuinely interested in your recovery. In the darkest hours, when despair seems to be your only companion, turn those people who care. Turn to HIM to find that inner strength within yourself. Above all, remember that you are not alone.

For as my dear sister once said when we were both kids - - there are no ugly ducklings, only swans in embryo. HE gives unto us a Haven of tenderness, gentleness and unconditional acceptance. 

HE gives unto us a Haven of joy, peace and happiness. HE gives unto us a Haven to which we may run, freely and often. May we run to HIS Haven — for HIS arms are extended, awaiting, that we might be enveloped in The Haven of HIS embrace.  

>Eulogy

To My Dearest Sis, 

THE PROTECTOR always knew your heart, even on that night when you were found clinging for life. The hours wore on and you slipped away from us as a casualty in a battle that you were never quite able to win in this life. 

Though the years have passed, I have thought of you each day and have uttered a prayer that you have come to be at peace. I strongly believe that like peace, there is no end to life, love and the relationships that are nurtured by it. For each of these are like its very source – eternal – extending the bloodline that we share during the brief time we have in this life. 

And so, the passing of a loved one, regardless of the circumstances, does not mean an end to that relationship, for as His children, our ties to one another are without end. 

I have come to cherish relationships as I have grown older. I have gained comfort in knowing that you were not alone on the night that you left us. Certainly the source of perfect love embraced you, cloaking you in healing and granting you a release from your suffering. 

I believe that HE understands completely when we do not, for He is at our side, even at times when we are not aware. And so I believe it was that way on the night of 18 April 1995. 

Understanding the circumstances and reasons for your leaving us are best left to He who loves us as only He can. 

I maintain a strong belief that there is a very thin veil that separates this life from the next. you remain in the lives and hearts of those left behind. Our sorrow is softened in knowing that, just as His the love never ends, neither does our love for one another. I have tried to imagine what your story must have been on that night as well as in the days that preceded it. I have also tried to imagine what it would have been like, had you been able to overcome the snares that had overpowered you. In the midst of imagining, 

I have concluded that there was a presence on that night, one that is there for all of us, for He has said that even a sparrow does not fall without His knowing. HE has also said that we who wait upon HIM shall be lifted up on eagle’s wings. I know that you have been lifted by HIM. He would not deny that blessing to any of His children who are seeking to be lifted from the depths of their pain. Your story does continue on. Thanks for lifting me with your incredible talent for song, your incomparable humor, your disarming wit and your honest candor. 

 
You never held back in letting people know how you felt, including when it was an expression of love to those around you. That is your legacy to me and it has been enough to bring me to reflect upon our relationship with fondness. Whenever I try to imitate those qualities, I get into some sort of trouble. Whenever that happens, I simply grin and say to myself that I had a big sister who corrupted me early on. No one else is likely to understand, but I know that you will. 

 
I also dedicate this work to you, dear sister – with the thought of what would have taken place were THE PROTECTOR present on the night that you left us. I believe HE was that presence who was there to raise you from the depths of your darkest pit of despair, to take you to home. So, until we meet again, face to face, I will try to be as good as I can be, but will cause just enough mischief to make you proud and to keep people on their toes, just as you did. After all, that runs in the family as well.

I love you, Sis. 

Thanks for loving me back.