Mother Earth and Father Sky - spirituality in action

For me, like most of us, happiness (and health) comes from keeping a balance between body, mind and spirit! I tend to be obsessive!

There is a not-for-profit Native American organisation called White Bison that provides resources for Natives and non-Natives alike.

They work to promote recovery from alcohol and drug addiction and are facilitators of the Wellbriety Movement! Each day they send out a simple Native American meditation .

Each one ends with a prayer. Today's ask

us to thank Mother Earth and Father Sky for our lives – simple honest and very powerful spirituality!

Given how tested American Indians have been by their history, that simple thank you is an example to us all of spirituality in action. And it is certainly good enough for me!

Wendy Mason lives in London and works as a a consultant and business coach as well as being a poet and blogger. You can find her on Twitter as @WWisewolf and you can email her at wendymason14@gmail.com

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