Nancy Wilson

Ancient Hands

The earth remembers
what our voices forget.

Walk slowly.
The ground beneath you
was carried by others.

Their breath
still warms the wind.
Their patience
still shapes the dark.

They ask only this:
hold compassion
as you would hold fire—
close enough to guide,
gentle enough
not to burn.

Stand when the path shifts.
Bend when the burden calls.
You are never alone.

In your quiet strength,
they rise again—
not in thunder,
but in the steady heartbeat
you offer the world.

“The Keeper of Sky’s Memory”

Not everyone is seen by the eagle.
The Native people believe the eagle does not fly to hunt — it flies to remember.
It doesn’t look down to rule, but to search for souls that have lost their way.

There is an old legend that says:
When someone dies in loneliness, the words left unspoken turn into feathers.
And only the eagle — with eyes carrying the memory of the sky — can gather those words and carry them to the sacred realm.

Each circle it makes in the air is a song.
Each dive into the wind is a soul being guided home.

They call it by a name only spoken when one looks up:
“Takoda” — The One Who Carries What Cannot Be Said.

"The Return of the Sky Dancers"

As winter sighs its final breath,
the sky stirs with ancient rhythm.
From southern warmth they rise —
four strong silhouettes against the moon.

They are the messengers of spring,
carving stories in the sky
with wings shaped by memory,
drawn north by instinct and spirit.

Over icy mountains and sleeping forests,
they return not just to nest,
but to remind the Earth
that life always finds its way back.

Their calls awaken rivers,
their shadows kiss old lakes —
and in their flight, the people remember:
we too are meant to return.

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Blood of the Prairie
They are not just horses.
They are fire, wind,
and the spirit of untamed freedom.

Each mark on their skin is a vow:
to live fiercely,
to stay true to their wild origin.

Three colors — three souls:
one burns like eternal flame,
one flows with quiet depth,
one carries the wisdom of ashes.

They stand side by side,
needing no spotlight —
just sky enough
to breathe as one.

That alone
makes a prairie
unbreakable.

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