Crossed Sticks

Blog Post created by OldBones-Larry on Jan 4, 2018

I sit in a lodge of mourning this day. I have placed the crossed sticks at the entrance. Nobody will enter.
The mother the woman I live with walks the Hanging Road this night. She began her journey when Sun Father walked high in the sky.

I have purified myself for the ceremonies. 
For the next four days and nights, I will Sing for her journey till she reaches the Ancestor lands.
I will burn the Sacred Sage leaves. I will burn the Sacred Juniper wood.

I begin the Singing now.
Soaring Eagle