The following story describes my background in verse.
There was once a small stream born from the confluence of two beautiful rivers. The stream grew wider and deeper as it flowed becoming a strong river ever guided by the (Mishomis) grandfather stones of its banks and river bed. The river was fresh and clear and drew the flora and fauna to its banks. It merged with another beautiful strong river and sprung two new streams from its strong banks.
One day the river took a new course, an easier path, away from the guidance of the Mishomis. The river soon found itself a pool of murky water, unable to flow and it lost the flora and fauna that used to come to its banks. It was alone and isolated from the Mishomis that used to guide it.
One day, the Great Spirit set about a massive storm that riled the waters of the earth and the river was shaken and stirred until it overran its banks. Soon the river found its way back to the Mishomis, the grandfather stones that had loved and nurtured the river for many miles.
Today the river is again home to the trees and flowers that adorn its banks. The animals have come back to the river for its fresh water and it continues to flow ever guided by the strength of the Mishomis.
My story is like many others who have strayed from the path of goodness and peace to one of chaos and misery. In the midst of turmoil, the Spirit was accepted once again to lead the way back to peace and serenity.
Crazy River
There was once a small stream born from the confluence of two beautiful rivers. The stream grew wider and deeper as it flowed becoming a strong river ever guided by the (Mishomis) grandfather stones of its banks and river bed. The river was fresh and clear and drew the flora and fauna to its banks. It merged with another beautiful strong river and sprung two new streams from its strong banks.
One day the river took a new course, an easier path, away from the guidance of the Mishomis. The river soon found itself a pool of murky water, unable to flow and it lost the flora and fauna that used to come to its banks. It was alone and isolated from the Mishomis that used to guide it.
One day, the Great Spirit set about a massive storm that riled the waters of the earth and the river was shaken and stirred until it overran its banks. Soon the river found its way back to the Mishomis, the grandfather stones that had loved and nurtured the river for many miles.
Today the river is again home to the trees and flowers that adorn its banks. The animals have come back to the river for its fresh water and it continues to flow ever guided by the strength of the Mishomis.
