The sky was lit on fire by the sun this morning. The red-orange glow turned the rocky tops of the Rocky Mountains the same fierce red-orange color. Made me gasp out loud. We have done some calming here in Brule. We have centered more, integrated more, and shared a lot of our stories. In the heat of the afternoon sun yesterday, we walked down again to the river to meditate on its waters – and how they are headed to Celina’s house in Ft. McKay.
There is an intimacy with a river that settles in when you have traveled along its course, a knowledge that becomes part of who you are – the richer for it, the wiser for it, because rivers have incredible wisdom.
As I sat on the deck after packing up, the weather changed. The gray chill began to descend on the mountains, and now it comes on the wind. Our warm days are over.
Changes come on the wind.
I’ll just leave it at that for now.