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nadiathesaintNadia was dressed in several layers of her warmest clothes and carrying a small pack with extra blankets, a canteen, a compass, the GPS tracking device, and the simple weapons she'd promised Walter she'd bring. She took a quick drink from the canteen and looked out over the trees.
She realized with a start that she was starting off from almost the same point where she'd found Cally after she'd been attacked.
Still, coincidence. It couldn't really mean anything. She pulled a slip of paper from the back of her jeans, and softly read the words written on them to the pre-dawn quiet.
If you would walk the paths of the American Indian -- be prepared. Walk softly, O My Sisters, O My Brothers.
Tread lightly, break not the stillness of the dawn, for in this stillness one can hear the whispers of the Great Spirit.
Choose your path and walk forward, turn not back. And, when the stone appears the obstacle, turn each stone one by one. Do not try to move the mountain, but turn each stone that makes the mountain.
And when the desert sands sear your moccasins, curse not in despair lest the South Wind hear and construe and bring wrath upon your head. And when the path bristles with thorns, turn not from the path, for the strife of life are the thorns. Tread softly. Speak softly. For on this path you will need the wisdom of chieftains. The admonishments of your Chiefs can become your strength.
And when the cold winds buffet you, bend with the wind. And, soon, you will walk unattended.
On the path you may meet an old one, who will stop for you as you will stop for him. Age meets youth, and youth meets age. Remember the little ones along the way. Take time to walk with others along the path, especially those who have pointed your way to higher trails -- your Mother and your Father.
Walk softly so that you will hear the sounds. When you meet and hear the cries of the oppressed, the sick, the little ones, and those who seek you -- be not ashamed that your tear mingles with theirs.
For in this walking there is an awakening. Think twice before you walk the trail of the Red Man. Then walk softly, O My Sisters, O My Brothers.
She refolded the paper and tucked it back in her pocket, taking a deep breath of the cool air. "//I really hope this works,//" she muttered softly, and then started into the forest.
[ooc: establishy only. Stay tuned here to see the results of Nadia's vision quest, should you be so inclined. The prayer is from RED DAWN "Walk Softly, O My Sisters, O My Brothers," found here]
She realized with a start that she was starting off from almost the same point where she'd found Cally after she'd been attacked.
Still, coincidence. It couldn't really mean anything. She pulled a slip of paper from the back of her jeans, and softly read the words written on them to the pre-dawn quiet.
If you would walk the paths of the American Indian -- be prepared. Walk softly, O My Sisters, O My Brothers.
Tread lightly, break not the stillness of the dawn, for in this stillness one can hear the whispers of the Great Spirit.
Choose your path and walk forward, turn not back. And, when the stone appears the obstacle, turn each stone one by one. Do not try to move the mountain, but turn each stone that makes the mountain.
And when the desert sands sear your moccasins, curse not in despair lest the South Wind hear and construe and bring wrath upon your head. And when the path bristles with thorns, turn not from the path, for the strife of life are the thorns. Tread softly. Speak softly. For on this path you will need the wisdom of chieftains. The admonishments of your Chiefs can become your strength.
And when the cold winds buffet you, bend with the wind. And, soon, you will walk unattended.
On the path you may meet an old one, who will stop for you as you will stop for him. Age meets youth, and youth meets age. Remember the little ones along the way. Take time to walk with others along the path, especially those who have pointed your way to higher trails -- your Mother and your Father.
Walk softly so that you will hear the sounds. When you meet and hear the cries of the oppressed, the sick, the little ones, and those who seek you -- be not ashamed that your tear mingles with theirs.
For in this walking there is an awakening. Think twice before you walk the trail of the Red Man. Then walk softly, O My Sisters, O My Brothers.
She refolded the paper and tucked it back in her pocket, taking a deep breath of the cool air. "//I really hope this works,//" she muttered softly, and then started into the forest.
[ooc: establishy only. Stay tuned here to see the results of Nadia's vision quest, should you be so inclined. The prayer is from RED DAWN "Walk Softly, O My Sisters, O My Brothers," found here]
