A bit late, I know, but here is my spiritual journal for this week, posted on MY WALK IN THE WOODS
After Alexander’s death, I floundered for several years. The harshness and sadness of that tragic event sent me reeling, fleeing from the warm, comfortable forest path to which I had become accustomed. But there was one very distinct memory that kept me going in the first months and, years, after his death.
This encounter happened on my wedding day, 3 years before Alexander was born, with a friend of our family, a Dakota Indian woman by the name of Stella Pretty Sounding Flute.
Stella was born on the Crow Creek Indian Reservation in South Dakota, July 20, 1924. Stella’s Dakota name was Pehinspa Was’te Win, which means Pretty Porcupine Quill Woman. She received this name from her great grandmother, who predicted she would be a master quilter and sewer. And, she lived up to this prediction. Stella sewed more that 1000 star quilts, 3 of…
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