Prayer to the Spirit of the North
Posted on Apr 1st, 2008
by
WhiteWolf
Spirit of the North, I give thanks to you. I thank you for the wisdom and knowledge that has been shared with me. I thank you for teaching me that while knowledge is good, it is time and experience that turns it into wisdom. Help me to grow old well and to use the knowledge that I have received on my journey and mold it into the wisdom that I may use to help others. Help me to slow down and take time to think things through so that I may arrive at wise and useful answers. Help me to carry the spirit of the wolf, the pathfinder, the teacher. For in doing so, what I learn, I may give back to others to help them on their path. Help me to think from the heart instead of the head, for it is there where wisdom can be found. My heart to your heart, one heart, one spirit.
And now I return the east and close the circle. I give thanks to all the spirits for their love and guidance. I pray that I will use the gifts given to me for the good of the people. All life is a circle. We must come together and rejoin the sacred hoop so our people may live.
My heart has always been in the north. Though, I would prefer the warmth of the south, there is something about having definite separations of seasons. Even as a boy, I always loved going to New Hampshire for vacation. I loved the mountains and driving along the Kankamaugus. When I was in the service, I spent four years in Arkansas and while I loved the outdoors there, I just had to return to New England when my tour was up. I have traveled to many places in the US. I think only one other area sparked my interest to live there, which was New Mexico. Yet, I am back in New England where I can watch as new life comes forth in Spring, followed by the warmth of Summer, the slow dying back of Autumn, and the cold deep sleep of Winter. It is easy to see the circle that the seasons create here.
Life is a circle also. We are born and in the Spring of our lives, we learn to crawl, to walk, to run. As we reach the Summer of our youth, we play in the sunlight while still learning how to act like an adult. A good portion of life's lessons are learned during this time, like using a good sun lotion. As we move into our Fall of life, adulthood, we start to loose some of the childish ways and become more mature. We learn the hard lessons that life has to offer and at times either reflect back on our youth, or look towards our coming winter. It is here where we gain a lot of knowledge about life beyond the shelter our parents provided. Now we have to make the decisions. We have to take responsibility for ourselves. It is the lessons that we encounter during this time combined with the knowledge we accumulate that we will turn into the wisdom of our Winter years. More time passes, and inevitably we reach those Winter years. Our pace is slower. We reflect more on the life passed, and we begin to share our journey with our grandkids. Many of us will become known as being wise and some will turn to us for help with problems. Unfortunately for many, the younger ones will turn their backs and say we are old fashioned. Hopefully, we will have the wisdom to know that this is not true, and that one day the young ones will come to know. Maybe in their winter years, let's hope it doesn't take that long. In time, our bodies will begin to fail us. In time, we will return to the earth and mother will embrace us and take us back into her.
I am going into my golden year in September. Some have told me that is when I become and elder. An older maybe, but until I earn the title, I would not call myself an elder. On my journey, I have learned many things. I have learned of many healing paths, from the Eastern shamans, to the Inka Laika, to the Aztec curandero, to the medicine people of the indigenous peoples of the United States. One thing I learned was that one does not call themselves a shaman, a Laika, a curandero, or even an elder. It is a title that is earned by words and actions. I find that is good wisdom in that it helps to keep you humble. Like Fools Crow was said to have said, "You have to become the hollow bone and allow the Creator's healing powers to flow through you." I have great respect for Grandfather Fools Crow. He was a humble man, but from what I have read, a man of great healing power. However, he never laid claim to that power. He was just a "hollow bone".
I find as I am getting older that the brashness of my youth is slowly being replaced by the quiet contemplative ways of the elder. I am beginning to see why when you are told about seeking council from an elder to ask the question and then be quiet. The answer may not come right away because they will ponder your question so as to utilize that knowledge learned through their life and temper it with their experiences to give you the guidance that may just be best suited for you. Other times, it is because they seek the guidance of the spirits before answering. I find myself doing that more often when I have a decision to make. I don't make decisions as quick as I used to. I sit on them for a bit, asking the spirits to guide me in my undertakings so that my decisions will have a good result for all involved.
While some may say that I am coming into my winter years, I still feel I have quite a bit of life to go. It has been told to me that I will live to be ninety-three. If that is the case, then I still have a good forty-three years to go. That is almost half a lifetime, so maybe that means I am just crossing from my youth to being an adult, rather than crossing from the autumn of my adulthood to the winter of my old age. Who sets these rules? I do have to say this though, my body has taken a beating over the years and if I hurt now, I hate to see what the next forty-three years delivers.
I do know this. I plan on continuing to learn and grow and give back as I can. I will always work towards bringing the colors together. I hope to continue to write, even if no one is reading. Sometimes, it helps to sort things out. I give thanks to that wolf spirit that has guided me on my path since I was a boy. I have always been the way you see me now. I have always been an avid reader, learner, discoverer. I have always been known as a good teacher. I think I owe it to that wolf who has been my spirit since I was a boy running through the woods. I pray that over the second half of my life, that I will be able to take all the knowledge I have gained in this half, and turn it into wisdom that will help the ages to come. Well, at least maybe the next seven generations.
My heart to your heart, one heart, one spirit.
And now I return the east and close the circle. I give thanks to all the spirits for their love and guidance. I pray that I will use the gifts given to me for the good of the people. All life is a circle. We must come together and rejoin the sacred hoop so our people may live.
My heart has always been in the north. Though, I would prefer the warmth of the south, there is something about having definite separations of seasons. Even as a boy, I always loved going to New Hampshire for vacation. I loved the mountains and driving along the Kankamaugus. When I was in the service, I spent four years in Arkansas and while I loved the outdoors there, I just had to return to New England when my tour was up. I have traveled to many places in the US. I think only one other area sparked my interest to live there, which was New Mexico. Yet, I am back in New England where I can watch as new life comes forth in Spring, followed by the warmth of Summer, the slow dying back of Autumn, and the cold deep sleep of Winter. It is easy to see the circle that the seasons create here.
Life is a circle also. We are born and in the Spring of our lives, we learn to crawl, to walk, to run. As we reach the Summer of our youth, we play in the sunlight while still learning how to act like an adult. A good portion of life's lessons are learned during this time, like using a good sun lotion. As we move into our Fall of life, adulthood, we start to loose some of the childish ways and become more mature. We learn the hard lessons that life has to offer and at times either reflect back on our youth, or look towards our coming winter. It is here where we gain a lot of knowledge about life beyond the shelter our parents provided. Now we have to make the decisions. We have to take responsibility for ourselves. It is the lessons that we encounter during this time combined with the knowledge we accumulate that we will turn into the wisdom of our Winter years. More time passes, and inevitably we reach those Winter years. Our pace is slower. We reflect more on the life passed, and we begin to share our journey with our grandkids. Many of us will become known as being wise and some will turn to us for help with problems. Unfortunately for many, the younger ones will turn their backs and say we are old fashioned. Hopefully, we will have the wisdom to know that this is not true, and that one day the young ones will come to know. Maybe in their winter years, let's hope it doesn't take that long. In time, our bodies will begin to fail us. In time, we will return to the earth and mother will embrace us and take us back into her.
I am going into my golden year in September. Some have told me that is when I become and elder. An older maybe, but until I earn the title, I would not call myself an elder. On my journey, I have learned many things. I have learned of many healing paths, from the Eastern shamans, to the Inka Laika, to the Aztec curandero, to the medicine people of the indigenous peoples of the United States. One thing I learned was that one does not call themselves a shaman, a Laika, a curandero, or even an elder. It is a title that is earned by words and actions. I find that is good wisdom in that it helps to keep you humble. Like Fools Crow was said to have said, "You have to become the hollow bone and allow the Creator's healing powers to flow through you." I have great respect for Grandfather Fools Crow. He was a humble man, but from what I have read, a man of great healing power. However, he never laid claim to that power. He was just a "hollow bone".
I find as I am getting older that the brashness of my youth is slowly being replaced by the quiet contemplative ways of the elder. I am beginning to see why when you are told about seeking council from an elder to ask the question and then be quiet. The answer may not come right away because they will ponder your question so as to utilize that knowledge learned through their life and temper it with their experiences to give you the guidance that may just be best suited for you. Other times, it is because they seek the guidance of the spirits before answering. I find myself doing that more often when I have a decision to make. I don't make decisions as quick as I used to. I sit on them for a bit, asking the spirits to guide me in my undertakings so that my decisions will have a good result for all involved.
While some may say that I am coming into my winter years, I still feel I have quite a bit of life to go. It has been told to me that I will live to be ninety-three. If that is the case, then I still have a good forty-three years to go. That is almost half a lifetime, so maybe that means I am just crossing from my youth to being an adult, rather than crossing from the autumn of my adulthood to the winter of my old age. Who sets these rules? I do have to say this though, my body has taken a beating over the years and if I hurt now, I hate to see what the next forty-three years delivers.
I do know this. I plan on continuing to learn and grow and give back as I can. I will always work towards bringing the colors together. I hope to continue to write, even if no one is reading. Sometimes, it helps to sort things out. I give thanks to that wolf spirit that has guided me on my path since I was a boy. I have always been the way you see me now. I have always been an avid reader, learner, discoverer. I have always been known as a good teacher. I think I owe it to that wolf who has been my spirit since I was a boy running through the woods. I pray that over the second half of my life, that I will be able to take all the knowledge I have gained in this half, and turn it into wisdom that will help the ages to come. Well, at least maybe the next seven generations.
My heart to your heart, one heart, one spirit.

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