She studies their faces as she thinks how little they remember and how weak they are. She realizes they are easy prey for the scavengers and survivors on the mountain. They are brave and have great courage this she has seen. Her serious expression draws the children closer to her side, and they look at each other and check the area around them to see what the old One is so serious about. What is there? Where is it?

They snuggle close and relax as they feel her warmth and smell the fragrance of her loving presence. Feeling safe and anxious for the stories they see her reassuring smile, and the moment of concern is passed. The only thing they see now is the light and twinkle of the Stars in the Grandmother’s eyes, as she goes away to find the story . . . She thinks out loud. . . .

When you aspire to the greater heights in life, you see the wholeness of all the creations of The Great Spirit. Hunger of the Soul to return to a place that it feels when it looks from the mountains and sees the massive beauty of it all. The distances make the heart leap with adventure in the blood, this becomes the courage to climb the next mountain. She touches their dust filled hair with her gentle hands.

When there are no more mountains to climb, Man’s Spirit then aspires like the Wolf to climb into the bosom of the moon when it is in its fullness, and moves in the night sky turning the Earth and all her family into silver and crystal glitter.

The Wolf and Man understand something unspoken that dwells in the Soul of all who aspire to explore the uncharted and new. To Be. To succeed. To Know. This spark of likeness in the Wolf and Man is spoken of by the Ancients as Path Weaver.

They say even the Stars follow the paths and cycles that were first walked by Path Weaver. The Ancients walk on the Crystal path we call the Milky Way made by Path Weaver before Time. The children listened, was there someone in the distance chanting a song faintly familiar to them?

"You, my children are of the Stars and Heavens. You live to stand on the top of all high places and you sleep in the Dream life in the great valleys and meadows of the Earth Mother. You aspire to many things." She said, as she covered them in her blanket of colors, that smells of sweet cedar and sage smoke from many fires, this is life under the Sky and Milky Way.

"Now is the time to take your first mountain my children. You are the Wolf running at lightning speed to the top of the Mountain and as you arrive just within steps of standing at the top you will feel yourself shift and from the chest and heart of the Wolf, you burst free and you lift to the Winds and into flight as the Eagle." The aura around the Grandmother was timeless and both day and night in the same space. You could feel and touch the brilliant Sun beams kissing the Beautiful Earth Mother with gold and white light, and in the same moment feel the dance of Stars and the footsteps of the Elders on the Milky Way as they Journey on.

She continued to look far away and speak. "In the moments you feel you cannot go another minute or your Spirit is weak, remember this. As Waya runs to the peak of the Great Mountains, she knows the hazards and rocky points on the surface of the mountain under her feet. All her relations have told her she is a Dreamer and that she may not make it. But in the heart and Soul of her being she knows she cannot stay where they are and that she would die never knowing who and where she came from. This desperation is your fuel and let no one become the hole you fall in."

Again, the serious look came on the face of the Grandmother and her Star filled eyes spilled over a tear drop that ran down her cheek to the nestled children in her arms.

With a voice still far away in a place the children could not see yet, her voice steady, she said, "Remember you cannot stop to look around or the ground will swallow you up as they bury you."

She focused on the faces of the children and they looked deep into her eyes, trying to see where it is she goes. They saw a flash of lightning and heard the call of a Hawk and she said to them, "Like Waya you cannot stop running or you will never make it home, Path Weaver. You are in the final stages of your journey. You will scream out in pain, that is your fear. The taste of defeat will surface in the back of your throat, and the mountain top seems miles up yet, keep running, feel your pain and grin at its pleasure. Know you are stretching your usual form."