From Shaman’s Circle, 1996, by Nancy Wood
May you have life, my children of the sun. May you rise as smoke rises,
and spread yourselves on the wind. In our house, you are always welcome.
In our prayers, you will always hear your name spoken with reverence.
In you is the continuation of the world, both made and unmade. Soon you
must go, for your roots are growing, and your branches are reaching out. Soon
your wings must unfold, so you can stand at the edge of the cliff, learning
How to fly by yourself. You are free, my children of the sun, released from
your familiar place. Our thoughts go with you. Our songs are sung for you.
Our dances are intended to purify your heart. Please, now go.