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"Only to the white man was nature a "wilderness" and only to him was the land "infested" with "wild" animals and "savage" people. To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery. Not until the hair man from the east came and with brutal frenzy heaped injustices upon us and the families that we loved was it "wild" for us. When the very animals of the forest began fleeing from his approach, then it was that for us the "Wild West" began."
- Luther Standing Bear, Land of the Spotted Eagle (1933)
Creator, on this day of cool spring, help me to embrace the blessings of the Great Mystery. Guide me on your path of mystery. Give me eyes to see the tame not the wild, the bountiful not the scarce, rhythm rather than frenzy, just actions not harm, love not judgment. If I can vision these out of wild-ness of others eyes, I can lead others in the Great Mystery, the Great Peace March. Embrace me with flashes of compassion and hope, like the fireflies that light up the dark. Still my mind so that I can hear your voice. Heighten my sense of touch so that I realize that all that I touch is rare. Keep me safe on the journey. AMEN.
Contributed by Cheryl Jordan
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