I am getting my Native name. It’s official. On October 15th, my sister, my aunt, and I will all stand together and receive our tribal names. I can hardly wait. I am so excited that I finally will see the realization of a dream that I have had for many years. I only regret that my grandmother is not here to be the one to name me, as we had originally planned so long ago.
The thought that I finally get to speak that name that was given to me as a teenager out loud to the entire world is too overwhelming. I can feel my heart swell within me and the beat of mother Earth takes over my body’s vibrations. It sounds insane, but it’s the truth.
I have been meditating more lately. I have heard the hum of the world around me like it’s embedded into my mind. I have found a state of peace and rest there. It feels as though I am between two worlds when I am in that spot of rest. Only the melody of Mother Earth, the gentle breeze from the Four Grandfathers, and I are there. It’s like the first time I sat in the mysterious dark healing circle that loomed over the grass at my grandmother’s house all thos
e years ago. Nothing can explain it, no words can fully describe it, no mind can ascertain it…
My goal is to live my life in a state of peace. I have to learn how to meditate when all the world is buzzing around me, when my eyes are open, and I cannot get away.
Thank you Kishelemukong for this opportunity to get to know you in new ways…and thank you for allowing me to complete my journey to get my name. Show me how to wear it well. Amen.