Carpeting the Forest floor were so many kinds of Mushrooms, yellow, brown, pinky, yellow with purple underneath, fat storked ones, and those held aloft on slender stalks, some so small that they are only seen by people if you are on the ground looking at something else first.
Yes so many but which are the ones to pick. Well Bubcha knew this and could see them before any of us – a sixth sense almost, years of proactice she said. What I did see between her and Zuzan was more than just the mushrooms, they walked hand in hand often in silence I almost saw a glow about them – it was really very lovely. Passing on the knowledge and the love – a special – moment maybe not had often enough.
Please read the story below by Parisha Taylor Cherokee Elder and my Elder – teacher.
On a mountain, in a forest, there sat an Old Woman and her Granddaughter…
They await the Sunrise.
The valley and meadows below them are covered by a blanket of mist.
Each tree and blade of grass is adorned by dew drops, like pure diamonds.
Every creature of the Great Earth Mother awaits the Sun – the new day – a new life.
The silence is loud.
The old woman, an Elder loved by all who know her –
Draws the girl child under her blanket and folds it around her little body.
They share the warmth of an everlasting moment of Love.
The Old One speaks softly as the Sun Rises in celebration of the new day.
She speaks for happiness, health, abundance for all People.
She sprinkles the golden corn pollen on the sweet Earth as an offering
to the Sacred Keepers (Ancient Ones), and sings her song of Beauty.
She looks into the awe filled eyes of the child and said …….
“Where do you begin and I end? Where do you end and I begin? We are one.
We are the Circle, the Circle is All.
My thoughts are inside your thoughts, I live there now inside you –
even when you do not see me any more.
I am with you, we are Always.
Your Grandfathers and Grandmothers are inside of you,
they are the blood that flows through you, they speak to you.
Learn to hear them. They pass their wisdom on through you, to help.
All people have good medicine and they pass it to the next generation of their people.
Only that which is pure is kept and passed on. Listen and bring back the values.
Honor all Life, All People, all the Earth and the Sky Nations.
You, my child, are all these and more.
Remember, remember . . . tell the Children of the People this –
Remember us around the fires and when you sit in the circle and walk along these Paths.
Tell them for us …….
fore more of Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’s stories see the website