Solstice Wisdom

Ice mountain melted ages ago 
and made this ridge.
this place of changes

Now we are rooted in it,
we of the old ones,
we of the new ones from afar,
oatgrass meadow, douglas fir thicket,
we are rooted in the ridge of changes
in the time of changes.

The winds carry strange smells,
this is a day of change.

Great ones above and below, bless us!

O shining One above, feed us with your light!
O soft ones, sky darkeners, wash us with your raindrops!
O powers above, bless us with your gifts,
for we reach to you,
branching wood and sap.

O Earthmother from who we grow,
sandy gravel into whom our roots branch wood
and sap deep down,
bless us in our night-sleep, in our death and decay,.

Bless us, dark earth as we give back
that which we have received
as we make a forest of blessing a ridge of blessing
for the future to grow upon.
– Chinook Psalter