Echoes of the Ancestors ride The Winds of Change, voices of the Creatures calling out my name. Singing spirits on the breeze, the crashing of waves to shore, the pounding of Earth Mother's heart teach me what to listen for. In stillness, before dusk and dawn, hidden messages are set free. Like the chants of my people, their rhythms speak to me. My ears can hear this music, and my heart can understand. Clan Mother of Tiyoweh, I am yours to command. I listen for your whispers o