Every Sacred Day

 

Funny, is it not, that we often assess, judge, and label certain days as better or worse than others. This is a short but altered recap of the last two-part post and done in poetic form. A friend posted the poem recently and I thought it ideal to share here.

Every Sacred Day
I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.
-Mary Anne Perrone

Please note this is an untitled piece and I ascribed one only for this post.

Baamaapii miinwaa kaawaabmin = later again I see you {Ojibwe}

May your moccasins never wear thin and your spirit always soar.
Migizi Newsong