It's amazing what you find....

While going through old papers I came across a writing that I had thought of only a few days earlier. Nothing too odd in that except that the writing was from 8/16/1987 and the reason I had thought of it was that I had just finished reading a book titled Rose Healing by Grandmother Falling Leaves. She is a revered elder, a native Cree I believe, who I had the honor of connecting with in the Autumn of 1987. I'd always wondered where she had gotten to because I'd always wanted to thank her for the guidance she offered me back then. Well, as my mother used to tell me, "all things come to those who wait"... so this past August I was pleasantly surprised to find an advertisement for Falling Leaves in a Spiritualist directory. I had a chance to call and renew our acquaintance in October and that is how I came to have her Rose Healing book.

Reading it brought to mind the poem I had written about a rose blooming on the last day of the Harmonic Convergence. I had arrived in Arizona in July of that year and the rosebush called out to the Faery energy that lives in my blood. I set out to tend it, nurture it, encouraging it to thrive in this dry and arid place. My inner Fae was delighted to find a bud one day and even more elated when, in quiet hour before dawn on that last day of the Convergence, the rose had opened to release a fragrance that called to mind a deep peace, a peace remembered. Being a poet, I am commanded to record such moments.

So the sychronicistic play of my life again brings tears to my eyes as I re-read that old poem, understanding that what I felt then is what I see now. I can say no more, the emotions overwhelm me so I will just offer those words to you now.

Daybreak
by Skyfire (then, Moonrider)

As day dawns
a new Sun rises
and a desert rose blooms
in my heart
the song of brotherhood
is being sung

As day dawns
a new Sun rises
and the waning Moon watches
in my heart
the age of darkness
is passing on

We have struggled through our own adversity and we finally see the light. The light of day shines upon the path of the chosen, and the children of right action have made their choices known. The knowledge of change is a singular cell and as each child of Earth touches the cell, it grows into a beautiful dream. The dream of unity, so long in slumber, now awakens to our song. The light of day has dawned.
8/16/1987