Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 only this matters: this ecstatic  baptism this standing on stick- thin legs where the singing creek pools at the lip of the waterfall only this ruby-feathered chest diving to meet its reflection this beak piercing again and again that quivering  surface, these wings half- unfolding, a ruffle of joy guiding rivers of light a tumble of droplets dressed in rainbows along your hidden spine shattering all  decorum beneath blue branches in quiet assent...

 It is our quiet time. We do not speak, because the voices are within us. It is our quiet time. We do not walk, because the earth is all within us. It is our quiet time. We do not dance, because the music has lifted us to a place Where the Spirit is, It is our quiet time. We rest with all of nature. We wake when the Seven Sisters wake We greet them in the sky over the opening of the Kiva.