Can you hear what I hear?

I wouldn’t be surprised if some folks think me crazy, oddly interesting or eccentric. Then again, maybe a few silently wish they could hear the voices I refer too. You know 'The Voice' I say is not necessarily of reason but a voice of intuition, crazy ideas or sometimes those very loud internal thoughts that cannot be ignored.

Such as, the other day, the dogs and I went for a walk across the road from the house, in our pasture and hay-fields. I was not snowshoeing or cross-country skiing, just walking quiet, feeling and listening to the winds blow through the trees while the dogs hunted for gremlins under the snows and within the deer tracks.
The sun was bright as the winds slight and steady made the trees whisper, "spring is on the way".

Once over by the creek, I stopped walking for a moment, to enjoy the sensation of the sun on my face, the winds dusting my cheeks with their cold breath, and listened to the gentle creek babbled under the snow banks, brushing against the thin layer of ice as if day dreaming out loud of the day it would roar with springs melting snows.

It was then, in the wind whispering quiet, faintly...I heard something. I held my breath to hear better. The sound was not an outside audible sound, but a comforting sound inside my head. I could feel and hear a steady rhythm. First in a low tone, then it gradually grew louder and became clearer.
Hiya, Hiya...hiyayayay...hiyaya...drums, drums, beating, hiyayayayyayaa. The rhythm was tingling through my feet and working its way up my legs, to my chest and in my throat, making my body unconsciously want to start moving to the rhythm, right there in the middle of the snow cover field. My mind stopped me.

My god Kellie, people will think you really are crazy if you start dancing and singing out here all by yourself. However, I could not ignore what I was hearing and feeling, sounds of Native American music and chanting. Standing stone still, though my mind aware of the outside world, every ounce of my inner self wanted to move to the rhythm, I, instead closed my eyes, felt the winds blow across my face and allowed the music to fill my being...It was beautiful. Time no longer mattered and I’m not sure how long I stood there with my eyes closed, drinking in the sounds, maybe 10 minutes. I opened my eyes and a sense of happiness and fulfillment was draping my chest as tears stung at the corners of my eyes. I took a deep breath, and the dogs and I started are walk back to the house and as soon as I stepped on to the paved road, the music went away.

A few days later, walking through the living room, I was thinking of my meditative garden plans, mulling over the plants and colors that would be in it, which suggestions from others I would use and the Native American music I heard. When…out of the blue...loud and clear...I heard…Kellie A MEDICINE WHEEL as if some one was shouting in my ear.

“What”? I stopped immediately as if my feet were stuck to the carpet…

"Where the heck did that come from? Medicine Wheel? What is a medicine wheel? Why do I know what a medicine wheel is, but I don’t know what it is? "

My mind flooded with thoughts, searching for archived information about Medicine Wheels. The only thing I found in the now frantic recesses, is that I knew the Medicine Wheel is Native American and it was used for healing…physical and emotional healing. But where did I learn of it? How do I know of it? For the life of me I could not recall ever researching it, or reading about it...so how the heck did I know about something few people do?

Now it makes sense, why for years though I've tried and tried to get someone to hay the hay field, I could not. It was a futile attempt to get something done that was not suppose to get done on that land. Because, apparently haying that field as Leonard Bush did years ago, is not what MY intended destiny was and is for that land...
Other plans have been put in place and one of those plans includes a Native American Medicine wheel.
So you may ask what the heck would prompt, a catholic, Scotch Irish girl to build a Native American Medicine Wheel. I’ve not a clue…but it is so cool isn’t it!

Therefore, I am researching, to learn as much as I can about the Indians that lived in this valley, and of the Traditional Medicine wheel, giving me enough knowledge so I can make a variation of it, with flowers, herbs and trees. Then I’ll invite all of you to come and feel the power of the land.

I also know, from my ‘resources’ I’m supposed to make that land a type of sanctuary or meditative area for people to go to, a healing place for the mind, body and spirit. Something so many need today. You many ask, why that land? Because I know, it carries qualities of serenity, peace and harmony that are unexplained. You only need to walk there once to feel and understand those qualities. It’s my destiny to share that with others, and I can’t wait.

However, what was to be a simple meditative garden is growing, and what it’s grown to in my mind so far…is
A Meditative Garden
A Medicine Wheel
Willow Tree Garden
Memory Garden (idea from Kathy Crone)
3 sisters Garden
And also a type of sanctuary for the animals too
Now that I’ve received this 'vision' the visit from the Eagle, Bear and Fox last year, have a new significance. People often ask me, how do you know, when what you are hearing is from a higher source and not just you talking to yourself in your head.

THIS is a good example, because along with the thoughts and ideas came peace, conviction and the innate feeling of ah ha, this is exactly right, an Ah Ha that cannot be ignored.