Welcome Home August 2021 Initiated Warriors
It is so…It was etched on a makeshift note laying its back against the earth with her arms stretched through the stars. The sky that grinned and winked when you screamed “I am whole” and claimed “I am free.”
It is so.. Five warriors of the spirit, four that wore the uniform, and a spouse whose war came home to her, crossed the line on Easton Ridge into the warrior’s welcome home in the wilderness. Five of the greatest stories ever told, in the shadows of the everglades, across the sacred lands of the Lakota, within the eyes of the fallen in every corner of Global War on Terror, at the dinner table of childhood lovers, in prayerful waiting of a surgery’s success, eternal nights of waiting to pick up the 10,000lb phone, in service to sobriety one of 12 steps at a time, one day at a time, crossing the thresholds of love, loss, service, triumph, and getting up and doing it again despite the fear, the grime, and the Great Mystery of true intimacy.
It is so..through the reflections in the dragon’s eyes you found the poetry of your innocent warrior where Sunflowers and Black Roses wrap their arms around each other. Through the march to the threshold time solidarity beat in lockstep once again. In the land beyond time, the valiant bucks, bears, and bones of the earth carried the tail bone medicine of your true inheritance.
It is so..By the spirit of your ancestors you cut the chords of what no longer serves the future worthy of their sacrifice. Silence and sorrow played tug of war against grief and gratitude as the Owls whispered to the moon…Who will rise tonight? Who will dance in the grand ballroom of the unforgiven and take a bow next to the lupines? Who will talk to me? Who will answer me in the circle of the self? What will be lifted from the mundane to the sacred so this damn pain can break in half like a sniper’s back then tied back together in a marriage of new meaning?
It is so..as it ever was the stories sifting through the wilderness have been on watch, on point, and at the ready to rip sling load from the branches to spring into the whole of you that cannot be wounded. They have been roaring in your ears from braces to Bootcamp within a million tiny deaths en route to the plan of the day. You rucked, sauntered, sat, prayed, listened, grieved, wrote, laughed, screamed, and rested until the Who Am I? mission as nature could no longer be tested. You carefully wrapped your surrender, courage, humility, and dignity across your heart and carried them gently back to your people across the threshold.
It is so…pumas, bears, eagles, Scandanavian sirens, and even dirt warrior Canadians bore witness to all that was shed, reborn, and claimed. The shadows of a service life have been brought into the light, given form, taken shape, and renamed. You honor yourself, your loved ones, our people that never came back, and those that never fully landed. You heal all hopes through your healing of the land and the intentions you carry with humble, weathered, and powerful hands.
We witness who you are in truth and wholeness.
We witness what you are in truth and wholeness.
We witness how you serve in truth and wholeness.
You are the gift of ceremony… and are Initiated.
Welcome Home with Love and Honor
Deep gratitude to the the team