"Walking With Our Sisters"

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\"Walking With Our Sisters\":Part 1

I walked the path of unfinished lives

And it opened a hole in my heart

That I thought I had healed

But was only mended

The tattered edges of grief

Shrieking for expression

The raw wound the centre of attention again

\"Walking with our Sisters\"

I fell to my knees in honour of the pain

That lodged in my throat

The screams that never came

From the lips now sealed forever

Forever is a long time

I must open my mouth

I let the river flow

The tears you never shed

Now have someplace to go

What could not be expressed at your death

Was left roiling toiling under the surface

Awaiting such a moment

\"Walking with our Sisters\"

I/we found the opening

In the heart

The place where compassion unfolds

Where my arms open

To spirits embrace and

I am held by my community with grace.

\"Walking With Our Sisters\" Part II

I walked the path of unfinished lives again

\"Walking with our Sisters\"

I was thrown back into the pain of my girl hood in the 1970's

I was swished around like a dirty rag in the laundry

All the shame and blame that

Had been clinging to me

Now is a part of the water that surrounds me

The emotions well up like a storm

I am the debree floating in the storm swell

What do I do to become alive now?

How do I become me again?

I will try

I am the swelling water full of shame

How do I use the water to cleanse my Soul?

Please, I feel all worn out

\"Walking with our Sisters\" has given the spirits a place to safely go

Is it any wonder I want to go with them?

I want to be on the other side

At least, the other side of this shame

That I've carried for so many years

\"Walking with our Sisters\"

Please spirits take me by the hand

Teach me what I need to know to be human once again

Teach me how to walk in this world

Without you

Teach me how to be here Knowing you are there

The survivor guilt is sometimes too

hard to bear

How can I claw my way out of this wash tub full of dirty water

And the tears of unfinished lives

I want to believe I have a right to be here

Why is it my privilege to have survived?

I am washed up on the beach now

Tossed and turned by the waves

Those waves have smoothed my

edges

Will someone appreciate this grey beauty?

Driftwood battered by the rocks

Soaked in the saltwater of rivers of tears

I am at the mercy of the onlookers

Will I be left here to rot?

Or will I be placed on an altar with other sticks and stones?

And have a candle lit to connect my spirit

To all the Sisters whose lives I could not save

\"Walking with our Sisters\"

part 3

I walked the path of unfinished lives

Carrying unfinished mocassins for

Those from my childhood who were murdered

They where

your sisters

your mothers

your daughters

your people

I did my best to bring them home where they belong

I brought them to your spirit channel

The river of energy opened by the memorial

A vast well tended opening to the spirit world

I brought them home to

\"Walking with our Sisters\"

The place where others like themselves

Are making their transition now

Sisters do not only flow along bloodlines

The bond of sisterhood flows from heart to heart Sometimes it is made stronger by a trauma bond

Because we were tortured together

We had a connection fused by fear and terror

I release that connection now

I have done my best to bring my sisters spirits back to Indigenous people

They were Indigenous Sisters

This was an act of great courage

Walking the cliff's edge Not knowing if it was stable under my feet

I know this Ceremony was done with love

I trust

That it is

As it needs to be

For those spirits from my childhood

I have gratitude for being able to set them free

As they were honoured in their transition to the spirit world

I did what I knew was right in my heart of hearts

Although I walked into that ceremonial space With great fear and trepidation

I walked the path of unfinished lives with unfinished mocassins in my hands

I placed those who were my responsibility to place

In the company of their sisters

Butterflies fly where they need to go

I witnessed all the butterflies transcending

So many

So full of beauty

The butterflies in my heart

Moved towards the spirit world with them