uctp tribal member


The morning was sweet summer and warm gentle breeze, my eyes catch the yellow and black hover fly landing onto the sacred yellow flower, my eyes land upon the new web on the line as the soft Lakota music sooths my spirit. Formations of breathing exercise until the bubbling hot sensation within my body, then to find the cooling shadow of the tree, allowing the sun to creep around the tree until it`s rays enter my temple of alignment.