Date: (Sunday, December 12, 2010)
I spent the weekend at Paradise Inn on a retreat to get my head sorted out. I try do this a couple of times through the year. Life seems full of distractions from what matters most…At the cabin I can find center again.
Using a little winter magic and prayer to those far wiser than I, I was gifted with a song, I now share with you:
Song of Peace
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews,
A web within, deep in our core,
Sacred place where dreams they soar.
Hear the singing, hear the drums.
A call to friends, Song welcomes.
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Dreamtime beckons and spirits sing,
Honor the Great One, hear bells ring.
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Singing drum, four corners face,
Heads bowed low, we ask for grace.
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Bless this land, all peoples, each race
Mother Earth’s chapel, sacred space,
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Ancestral Ones who’ve gone before
Our spirit guides join for more.
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Bless the spirits of our land
Circle together hand in hand.
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Joy and abundance, well being for all
Courage is ours, embrace the call.
Round and round the circle goes,
A song of peace weaves and sews.
Drumming softly, singing song,
Shine our light, the circle strong.
A song of peace weaves and sews,
As round and round the circle grows.
Song of Peace, © 2010 Karen Brinkman, Karing Stories. All rights reserved