Are you still weary, child? Does sorrow still rule your soul? Listen. A Native drum beats a tune older than the earth. Do you hear it? Listen again, tune your ears to the sounds of the earth. Listen to coyote’s song as it fills the night, the haunting call of loon as he welcomes the morning, the thrum of crow’s wings in flight, but there is something deeper, a thrumming that underlies it all.

This thrumming is not a drum beat after all; it is the heartbeat of Creator, thrumming across a vast expanse of sky. Breathe in the sweet fragrance of him and let him capture you with joy. Let laughter pour from your throat. This is the One we serve! Creator Yahweh! The One who spoke the worlds into existence! The One who called your name before you were even born. Focus on him, and the weight of your sorrows will fall away.

Eagle People … Today’s reading is Psalm 118:15-18. Pleya gi. “Go with Blessings.”

(Photo by Sandy Cathcart of Richard Twiss, Wiconi Powwow, 2009)