LISTENING TO THE VOICES OF THE OLD WOMEN......

LISTENING FOR DIRECTION ABOUT MY LAND, MY HOME, MY PLACE OF PRAYER.THERE USED TO BE MANY MAIDU PEOPLE HERE.THEIR FOOTPRINTS STILL HERE. TODAY I SPOKE WITH THE HEAD OF THE TRIBE AND HE SAID THIS WAS ONE OF THE BIGGEST SIGHT THEY KNEW ABOUT.WE SPOKE ABOUT MY POTENTIAL POND SITE AND HE SAID NO,THE PLACE WAS TOO SPECIAL.I SAT AT HIS FEET LISTENING,FEELING LIKE I WAS LISTENING/TALKING WITH MY FATHER,MY SPIRITUAL TEACHER. I AM SO DRAWN TO HIM AND UNTIL TODAY I AM SURE HE COULD FORGET MY NAME EASILY.HOWEVER TODAY HE ACKNOWLEDGED MY RESPECT AND HONORING THE PLACE AND NOT DIGGING TO STEAL THINGS FROM THEIR RESTING PLACES. ITS BIGGER THEN ME,MY LIFE AND I AM HUMBLED,HONORED TO BE HERE AMONG THEM. I LISTEN AS QUIETLY AS I CAN FOR THE VOICES OF THE OLD WOMEN, FOR DIRECTION, FOR CLARITY.