What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a
buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
These words about life were spoken in the dying hours of Crowfoot. Not
only was a great speaker and a poet, but in his dying words he gives us
one great gift. He gives the knowledge and the comfort of the living
circle of life.
Death is not and ending. It only one phase in the never ending circle of life
when we go from babies to adults, Life is not a linear, stopping and starting.
Death is a transition to the next phase in the circle. We come to know and
live the circle,we feel no fear,no anziety. There are only trasitions
that affirm the living.
The circle, the Medicine Wheel, is a gift of life
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