Wednesday, November 23, 2011

one finger cannot lift a pebble

Our family is back in Sedona, Arizona. It feels good to be here. The leaves in Oak Creek Canyon are ablaze with Fall color.  The air is crisp but not too cold. We are happy to finally get to wear sweaters and boots and drink hot cider in the morning.

The Native American jewelry is spectacular as always. I have procured a few choice pieces that make my heart sing.

I love to come here and be reminded of all the customs that the very first Americans have.  I love their beliefs and wisdom.  I love that so many Native Americans hold fast to the religion of their ancestors.

It seems like in the world today we like to conform religion to fit our lifestyle instead of the other way around.  

I love that Native Americans honor their ancestors in so many ways. That they honor every living thing in life and in death.  That they acknowledge the strength of the family.

What a place to have Thanksgiving!  

I know it is cliche', but again, this year I am thankful for my family.  They are my harbor in stormy seas.  They are my everything.  Alone, I am nothing.

One finger cannot lift a pebble.  -Hopi Proverb


Natalie said...

what a fantastic entry -- love the hopi proverb andyour thoughts on family -- also thoughts of you in AZ shopping for beautiful native american jewelry. happy thanksgiving.

abode said...

Incredible as always!

Elizabeth said...

What a beautiful post. Happy thanksgiving to you and your family.

Ruth Kelly said...

I've always wanted to visit Sedona. It sounds wonderful and like you, family means everything to me. When you do genealogical research, you begin to admire and get to know your ancestors. Everything we are came from our ancestors.