The Dalmatians tought us today.

With the innocence of a child. That is what we learned today from the Dalmatians. We have talked about a couple of monsters that go to the same church that we attend and how when they come close to us that we switched from fear. But today two monsters came close to us but with the knowledge that Willow Warrior was near us, we felt safe.
Willow Warrior has many times in the past helped us find safety within the church when there were monsters that tried to use our fear against us. Today we were using his resource library and was asking questions to make the job easier for us. As we were doing it the monsters came in to do their thing as well. At first we were scared and they even made noises and made faces at us. But we kept going to Willow Warrior each time the Dalmatians asked us to. After a time these monsters were able to walk past us and behind us and we were able to ignore them. Those within were finely able to honor the death course towards them. When Willow Warrior had to leave we looked at him and the Dalmatians said “We were just getting to feel comfortable again.” We could feel Willow Warrior’s shock. Later as we went over what happened we felt tears in our eyes. For the Dalmatians had let go of our abusers just by trusting in Willow Warrior’s ability to keep us safe when he was near us. When thinking back this is a story that was told to us along time ago and it finely hit home to all of us.

HEARTSTRINGS, THE THREADS OF LIFE

When Wood Song was captured by the brutal warriors of another Tribe, she trusted her family to find her. The nightmarish days dragged into moons as she was marched southward on little water or food. The beatings and forced march were wearing her body out. The cold nights without a blanket chilled more then her body.
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Finely, Wood Song came to a place where hope of rescue died, numbing her senses and killing her desire to live. Each day after that, she cut one more heartstring that kept her tied to life. Her heart’s thread became frazzled and frayed by the loss of hope and constant abuse. She knew that those too ill to continue were left to die.
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One morning, Wood Song’s Fragile body was released from the hemp knots that tied her to the hostage in front of her and rolled down a rocky, cactus-covered embankment. The vultures circled, and her lips bled from lack of water. The weakened heartstrings broke, one after another, leaving her on the brink of death.
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Wood Song was about to cut the last heartstring to her family with the thought that they had not loved her because she was just a girl child, when a shadow crossed her face. Something splashed on her lips; it was salty. Opening her eyes, she saw the tears spilling from her big brother’s face. Loving arms encircled her, and the threads of life were restored. She would survive and heal. She would go home. She known that she was loved. The heart hardened by abuse was gone, being replaced with her Medicine, The healing song of the forests, played on heartstrings of love.

What a beautiful story anderson, it made us cry. Thank you for sharing.

Anderson I am so proud of you all! That was a very pwoerful course of events that happened and you stood your ground! WOW! You are strengthening all the time and though I know how hard it is for you, you are maintaining your strength...Thanks to the Dalmations and thanks to Willow Warrior...

The Medicine story you shared is so beautiful, thankyou so much

Rhiannon

(((((((((( Anderson ))))))))))

I can see the strength and beauty of your spirit shining through this story. You are gaining strength every day and are able to see through the lies and shallowness of others that do not have your best in their mind. Pat yourself on your back hon, you did great!!!