I took a walk yesterday. Snow glistened and ice crystals danced in the early morning cold I could hear drums in the distance. Louder and louder they became. No one stirred. I realized these drum beats were mine alone to hear and to listen.
As I approached the icy lake, I could see my ancestors were gathered, dancing;
The old ones listening;
Circles of dancers.
My ancestors were alive and well sharing with me medicine from the spirit world,
Dancing and healing.
Medicines of long ago never to be replaced – older than the earth –
Older than time immemorial,
They came to me, they healed me and spoke the words only I could hear,
Of medicine, guidance, and healing.
Melissa is of Mi’kmaq, Cree, and European ancestry. She is an established beadwork artist, advocate of social issues, and a writer.