my mother's hands

Wonder

I watch her pause along the trail, collecting little bits of textured colour. Standing whisper still, she wears the quiet of soft afternoon with inspired ease. A warm familiarity washes over me. How often I've seen my mother silently dance with her magical muse. I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is.

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inukshuk

One is the Sun

Kristine Robin writes:

After I visited Prophecy Rock on the Hopi reservation, I was inspired by one of their prophecies which talks about the choice we have to either live in balance with nature or risk destruction of civilisation as we know it.

Kristine Robin stirs the soul. Listen to her song!

wings of light

Children in the Wind

A Mother's Prayer

I pray you'll be my eyes
And watch her where she goes
And help her to be wise
Help me to let go

Every mother's prayer
Every child knows
Lead her to a place
Guide her with your grace
To a place where she'll be safe

I pray she finds your light
And holds it in her heart
As darkness falls each night
Remind her where you are

Every mother's prayer
Every child knows
Need to find a place
Guide her to a place
Give her faith so she'll be safe

Lead her to a place
Guide her with your grace
To a place where she'll be safe

Song by: Celine Dion