by Margaret Swift
The archeologist digs
The dry dirt
Devoid of death.
She sees where they slept
How they cooked
Where they petitioned the gods
How they savored the sacred spring rains,
Making them last the year ‘round.
But where are the dead?
There are no signs.
Only a few bones are found,
Enough to mock the living,
And their ceaseless questions.
Immortal, perhaps,
Are a people who could
Create the Sun Dagger.
The Braided Way is a framework to see every faith tradition as a strand, braided into a larger whole of spiritual awareness. In the Braided Way, combining spiritual practice from various faiths allow us to explore sacred experience and wonder in forms that resonate with our personal spiritual needs and sacred intuitions. In today’s culture, many people shun religious dogma, but yearn for spiritual connection. The Braided Way allows the ceremonies and practices of multiple faiths to be available without the confinements of cultural dogma.
