Ghost Dancing and Stars Go Blue...

I went to my Uncle Roy's today..I needed to see him so bad. He is like my second Father.

He was the first person I went to when my husband died..

That day he sat me down made me coffee put his arms around me and let me cry. I cried so long that his shirt was wet down the whole front....

He was gone today...

I needed him to let me cry again....

Some days I am so overwhelmed with life..

I went to my sister Jeannie's house after finding my uncle not home. We went for a 3 mile walk and it was really great.

We talked for the longest time. And I asked her if she remembered us Ghost Dancing as kids. She laughed and said yes

My Mom is half Cherokee, and we always listened to her stories of her people when we were little. She told us of Ghost Dancing..How it brought change..

One day my little sister and I decided we were going to do the Ghost dance. We were going to dance to save ourselves from the sadness of our little lives.

We were going to bring change. We took our shoes off and we danced in the dust. Dust flew high into the air that day, and through our toes. We sang to The Great Spirit about our sorrows, we sang how we needed better lives.

I felt change that day...But it was in me.

I felt God change my heart so I could make it through the trials in my life..And so did little sister..

We did a Ghost Dance today and the dust flew high into the air from our bare feet..And I felt change in me...

xoxo Nita