To the Wild Woman being spiritual means: whispering to trees, laughing with flowers, falling in love with sunsets, consulting the waters and worshipping the stars at night. One hand to her heart and one hand touching Mother Earth.
The Mountains are my bones, the rivers my veins. The Forests are my thoughts and the stars are my dreams. The Ocean is my heart, it's ponding my pulse. The songs of the earth write the music of my soul.
This is so similar to the prayer I picked out for my mothers prayer card at her funeral. I never knew this was a Native American prayer for the grieving. Being part Native American, I see I picked the right words 💔