I love sitting in circle, surrounded by grandfather fire. But do you all understand its sacredness and power?
I love sharing with souls. Hear stories untold. But I can’t help wonder do you understand the power of word? The wizards spell in verb.
I sit here and write with my head in my book- cause the sacredness I’ve felt is alive in this truth, when i look- inside.
Can we sit in sacred circle? Can we put the drugs out? My truth wants to shout- so i write my story here.