A song from one of the tribes, Anishinabeg, Masqua referred to in his memorable thread made long ago.
A pertinent hail to a grand being, still traveling in this time "in between".
I confess my ignorance to the meaning of this song but my own drumming would not serve him justice.
Fly friend. Fly. And grace our sky with your majestic wings.
edit on 8-4-2017 by WalkInSilence because: Fuddle Muffin
Forgive me, I would like to add this but have been reluctant since my skills are so inadequate.
I will provide the translation. Meager as it be.
I fly over the waters
I look over the creation
I go with the turtle
Searching for the Anishnabe
I fly over the waters
I search for the creation
I go with The Great Spirit
Healing his people The Anishnabe
(Adapted from medicine wheel singers)
This, this passing touches me, this journey I can't go on right now. All mixed together in gratitude and resentment.
Resentment yes, because as a spoiled child I demand the good and wholesome things stay in my life.
Like the ancient tree branching out with memories long past. Birds nesting generation after generation and then it is cut down.
About the crappiest news one could have. He was always enjoyable to talk with and you learned something about anything. Man did he have a lot if
vinyl. Great stuff.