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Woman who talks to stone was a woman who when troubled and uncertain, would go to areas with large stones and rocks. It was here among the boulders of many shapes and the timeless and enduring beauty she found there, that she felt closest to the Great Spirit, the Great Mystery, to God. She would touch the stone and marvel at the colors and patterns she found there. She would marvel at the cactus that would cling to the sides of the rock, growing where nothing else would grow.
She felt one with the world here. The bullsnake and the meadowlark, and the prairie grasses were her friends, they were traveling with her in the circle of life, and she respected them.
As she sat by these stones she would think of the world around her and she would weep. She wept for the children no one wanted, and the pain and suffering they were forced to endure. She wept for the hate, greed and for the intolerance of one another. She wept for the land that was not respected, she wept for the people who would not or could not see what they were doing.
She brushed her hand across the stone and she asked it, Human beings and cultures have fought and hated each other since recorded time, will we ever realize that we are the same people and that we share the same distiny?
As she sat touching the stone, the Prairie wind brushed her hair back over her shoulders and dried her tears, the meadow lark sang to her and the timeless and enduring beauty of the stone filled her like the fragrance of the wild plum in spring, moving her.
She smilied as she left the place of stone to go back to her people and family. She would go back to them and help care for them, and she would help guide them, and she would love them.
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