by Whitman Neruda

Inspired by the wisdom of Indigenous elders of the Southwest


Now is the time we circle for stories with just intention.

A winter spirit dance of dialogue and reflection

To remember who we are: Many voices, One Heart.



Moonlight on the water reminds us

There is no mistake so tragic it divides us,

No hardship we cannot endure.

Everything happening,

Has happened before.


Snow falls like voices of a choir

Singing hymns of a great turning inward,

The creation of space that matters

Where we can safely gather,

Share our dreams and memories,

Talk of journeys just begun

Or nearing an end.


Our bodies glow like candles in a circle.

Pour cold mountain water over your burning stones

And dream together.

Marvel at your pain.

Laugh about the surprise of love.

Our prayers are in the telling.