" 'Tis I, do not be afraid my child... let us sit and talk, let these
tend to the duty at hand..."

The voice leads her to a moss covered rock... a rock that is much like
the one from her meditations... the moss is warm, the voice is warmer..
the woman smiles at the voice...

"Lady, 'tis truly an honor, but I am afraid that I will be missed, for I
am to call the Guardians of the North.."

"But you are, your spirit is there and calling for you, you are here to
talk ... "

"Yes Lady, then I am yours to talk to..."

" No, YOU are here to talk, speak what is in your mind, tell me of your
dreams of your visions, of your past your present and your future, tell
me of you who are one of my daughters...."

The woman was startled, yet warm from the graciousness of time that was
presented to her.

As she started to speak, Oceans rose to her voice, giving pictures to
her visions and history, donning her with a glistening mantle.  The
forest swayed in rhythm to her words, her music rose to the flutter of
the leaves singing her song as she spoke of Forests and her trees.  The
air hummed with the insects in harmony to her tale, the earth rumbled in
agreement of her account.

Her wishes of future were accented by the symphony of sounds and motions
from the ocean, trees, air and earth... her spirit was still chanting
in the circle, the people gathered were aware she was not there, though
she was, she was aware only of the harmony of her tale and the beauty of
the voice...

"Sister, your tale is beautiful, you are an asset to all, you are a
sweet breath of the wind, you are a flower in the bush, you are a
butterfly among the the moths, you are a salmon among the flounder, and
a crystal among the granite, you are a symbol of what is to come and
what has been, you are nothing but everything, you are a sister to all,
you are you!  Remember that, for we all hold each other dear, we all need
someone, we all need to hear the voices in the wind and see the color in
the gray..... Light and Love Sister.... Remember it is struggle that
brings strength..."

"....... So Mote it Be...." She was saying as she dismissed the
Guardians of the North.... As those that were gathered left the circle,
she was not sure what do say, her voice would not come, she still felt
the warmth of the Voice.... it gathered in her soul and lay a seed of
hope...

Blessed Be Sisters and Brothers... May the Ways of the Old Gather us in
the arms of the Great Mother and Warm us in the Rays of the His
greatness..... Light and Love....

Lady Kriss 1997