Teach my heart to sing for me when my spirit is weak.
Grandfather of the sky
Teach my feet to make foot prints that do not harm the earth, but leave good messages that teach me to embrace the gifts that are unseen.
Teach my being to feel the warmth of the wisdom of the great grandmothers and let the knowledge teach me to be humble with my voice.
Above all teach my spiritual being to honor the gifts of friendship and be grateful for the many paths I have shared so I can learn to acknowledge we share one feather and one drum on this journey.