Samston the Healer

Samston the Healer

The sun shines softly in the early morning and I appreciate the warmth and wonder where it goes and from where it comes. "Some great magic it must be", I ponder.

I observe the world and what is upon it, the details of the flora and fauna is amazing. It all is circular in nature, it is born, it grows and then declines and passes. Thinking of my mother, and how she was the center of my world, is now gone. What is the center of my world now ? Do I need a center ? ", what does center mean anyway?"

Through grace I have been given a strong back and keen mind. Of average height and appearance, my muscles are apparent even under my sack cloth shirt. Blue eyes smile at you warmly under long brown hair

The hunger, of the people, the bent bodies and broken spirits of the people weighs heavy upon the land and on my mind and heart.

Most people work their fingers to the bone in this life, just to get by. Their bodies and spirits can and must the assisted in this journey.

I will do that which I can do.