| We received this beautiful lyric from our Lodge friends Peggy and Greg. We hope you enjoy it as well. Greetings Traditionally, winter was the season when oral history and other tribal knowledge was passed along to the next generation. In this spirit, we would lik to share this lyric with you. "This was the way of it. Let the story fires be lighted. Let our circle be strong and full of medicine. Hear me. This is my dream song that I am singing for you. This is my power song that has taken me to the edge. This is my talking birth song for new day. This is rock medicine----the talking trees, the singing waters. Listen. I am dancing underneath you. It is a memory of long ago. It is an arrow in flight. It is a medicine story. It is what happened long ago. It is a bead in a story belt. It is a memory. It is what has been forgotten. It is a campfire. It is the smell of sweetgrass and cedar, prayers lifted to Sky Father. It is a way, a tradition, the way it was always done by the people. It is a campfire. It is a feeling of warmth and the sound of voices. Listen. I am dancing underneath you. I am dancing on the shore of the river in the moonlight, calling you to the campfire to sit with the people and remember." Respectfully, Greg & Peggy Shalimar Sonia & Jingle Lyrics by David Carson |