Speaking your truth.
When I was young, often, my brother, sister and I would visit my paternal grandparents at their cabin during the summers.
It was our indoctrination to nature and ultimately, to God.
I remember being outdoors, a lot, all day; coming in for food and water and, once replenished, to head outside soon and to experience the greatest place on Earth, outdoors.
There were other kids who we joined in with and played all types of games, mostly made up.
On a couple of occasions, I remember something happened that required adult input. Who knows what actually happened, but we needed someone to intervene.
When these occurrences arose, my grandfather, Erle, stepped in. He wasn’t a big man but he did carry a big stick. He called it his talking stick. It was a branch from the mountain area where the cabin was located. It was about 4 feet long, and he had whittled it to a reasonable smoothness.
Erle’s Sacred Space
When the truth was needed, he would call each of us in, one at a time, and sit us down at one end of their hearty dining room table. He would create a safe atmosphere. I was never afraid of my grandfather. He always made me feel safe, validated, loved. We all knew he cared.
He would tell me that his talking stick was where you could speak your truth and that you were protected.
I’m really not sure what it was made out of, either Lodge Pole Pine or Red Fir. Maybe I should take it to Harry Potter’s wand maker and find out because I know it had magical powers, at least I thought it did.
I remember this happening only twice. And, I felt that everything was righted afterwards.
When I think back about those times, I truly believe that feeling of protection has stayed with me. Ultimately, they became a marker for my most core values and beliefs.
The truth always prevails.
Now, whether there was justice that is for another time and place. For you see, if you live from and from this natural law, that the truth always, always, always prevails. Your life will experience the grandest of experiences of all, God.
That is who I am and try to live by, because when we live and breath this way of being then we are free. We can surrender any and all facades that we have created, for whatever reason we created them for and live happily contented, at peace
The interesting memory I have after having one of these moment with my grandfather, was that I felt lighter and the room became brighter. Every sense of my being was lifted, simplified.
I am smiling because I see my grandfather being the master of his creator. He always took care of what needed to be taken care of. I do not remember who he spoke with before or after our talk, or the action, if any, that was taken. All I know, then and now, was that everything was alright in the world, my world.
My husband and I are caretakers of that cabin and Erle’s talking stick still has it’s place where it always has been and will be, in it’s rightful place.