Like a memory from my own past, I sense her story so vividly that my breath catches. As the sun slips slowly beyond the horizon casting a mythical shadow around everything, Sings the Wind sighs and the trees replay her sorrow. Haunting.................the pain and anguish wash over me and tears well in my pale blue eyes, the same eyes I see staring at me through time and distance. The first time I heard Taylor Swift's song "Safe and Sound", I swear that Sings the Wind was screaming through the warm evening air. I could picture her on a grassy knoll, her hair blowing behind her as she sang into the wind. This exact scene exists in the Disney cartoon Pocahontas. My breath caught the first time I saw that movie, too. I know the spirit of consciousness of our ancestors lives inside each of us. Recently, I came across a helpful hints guide to search for Native American ancestors, and one of the suggestions is to actually pay attention to whispered ...
This is the place where I write about all the random things that crowd my mind.....about family, friends and places. It is also the place where my newest writing projects and craft ideas can be found. It is, me, electronically.