Held in loving hands.
A babe takes its first breath.
First step.
Tumble. Fall.
Strong and wise
The young one reminds,
Falter does not equal fail.
Pass through the veil
Back again.
Because death does not equal end.
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By Geneva Robins|2013-06-01T22:43:55-06:00June 1, 2013|Categories: Poetry and Writing|Tags: community, family, Poem, Tribe|0 Comments
About the Author: Geneva Robins
Geneva Robins, M.Sc. is a Reiki Master and teacher in the Usui Shiki Ryoho System of Natural Healing and a scientist with a Master’s degree in ecology. She is the founder of the LunaHolistic Lineage of Reiki, where Reiki is taught over the course of a year of intensive study. Geneva is the author of “The Secret Art of Happiness: How to Change Your Life with the Reiki Ideals.”
She lives in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, under Treaty 7, the traditional territory of the Kainai, Siksika, Piikani, Tsuut’ina, Stoney Nakoda, and Metis nations. She is grateful for the hospitality of First People's and their descendants.
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