How many times have I used that name when referring to the Creator during personal prayer, Pipe Ceremonies, and Sweat Lodges?
How many times have I stood in ceremony, arms raised, calling down the power of the Great Mystery?
Every time, I have felt His presence. But today, something has changed. This morning, as I raised my arms and called out to the Creator, I felt not like a man calling down his God, but like a child, reaching up for the loving arms of his Grandfather.
I don’t think I can put into words exactly how profound a shift this is. The experience has left me with the ability to recognize the Divinity in everyone and everything around me. And as I do, that child inside me reaches out and finds himself embracing it with every fiber of his being. . .