Brotherhood
Full is this morning after spending several days in the company of men rediscovering old pathways to God. Brotherhood is just a word until it is whispered into a bowl of sacred water or into Grandfather Fire, and then wrenched out of our heads, hearts and guts through the Truth Mandala in the bitter emotions of anger, fear, shame, emptiness and sorrow. Humbly we walked. Humbly we sang. Humbly we blessed the ground, while we also opened our hearts to the blessings of our brothers brought forth from other mothers. We dreamed a new dream of brotherhood restored, and glimpsed a dawning age of renewed masculinity.
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