Location: Meeks Park
Time: 10:00am

Following a Native American Smudging Ceremony and some spoken words with music, everyone is encouraged to hike/walk around the park on the nature trail as a way to cleanse through movement and take the steps that Meredith was not able to take.

Cherry Blossom

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Guess I am going for a hike. I don't do hiking, but look's like a good reason to start.

What a wonderful tribute and a way to take our trail back.

Everything I say is fully substantiated by my own opinion.

Edited by - HoneyBee on 01/12/2008 08:48:54 AM

Native people throughout the world use herbs to accomplish this. One common ceremony is to burn certain herbs, take the smoke in one's hands and rub or brush it over the body. Today this is commonly called "smudging." In Western North America the three plants most frequently used in smudging are sage, cedar, and sweetgrass.

Thanks to Mountain Crossings for undetaking this memorial walk.

"A comrade has fallen, and a trail angel has risen…. one whose gentle kind spirit will endure the passing of time forever.

At this moment an angel dances along a path of peace and joy forever watching over those who simply want to walk… who simply want to live."

in my mind im over there and walk with you.

I'll try and make some pictures of the event available shortly.

Meredith, whose kind and loving spirit was cruelly taken from all those who knew and loved her, has joined the ranks of trail angels.
She will forever be our guide.

Because trail angels dance along the path of peace and joy forever.
Because trail angels watch over those who merely want to walk forever.
Those who simply want to live.
Those who want to live simply.
And beautifully as Meredith did.
Meredith’s light once illuminated the path of hundreds of friends and family members as well as among the many, many she touched along the graceful trail of her life.
The light Meredith brought us has not been extinguished.
It has risen.
It now illuminates the path of millions
Across our nation.
Around the world.
And as her light rises, we come to know its source.
A source inextinguishable.
An inner source.
It came from Meredith’s compassion.
Her kindness.
Her love of outdoors.
Her love of animals.
It now fires our love.
Our compassion.
Our resolve to live better lives.
Kinder lives.
It warms us, consoles us, unites us here and now.
And as her light rises,
It ignites in us the good of our natures.
It reveals to us the beauty of these mountains.
It fires in us a renewed joy for living, for those around us, for the walks we share today.
Her light reminds us not to wait but to love while we still can.
Now.
Stop.
Listen.
Hush and truly listen.
Hear the drums?
Feel them on the wind?
Hear the human tales of triumph and sadness that echo through these vast and ancient mountains?
These are human tales, bouncing off the cliffs,
Reverberating among the high tree lines,
Following the deep gaps.
Filling our hearts.
Separateness is an illusion, my friends.
There is no me.
There is no you.
There is only We.
We of this earth.
We the one.
I am you.
You are me.
Together , we are bound by common experience:
Love.
Life.
Hope.
Joy.
Sorrow.
Pain.
Memory.
Meredith Emerson is you.
You are Meredith Emerson.
Follow her light.
It will guide you well.
Remember.
Out on the trail, when a comrade falls, a trail angel rises.

What a wonderful job you did.

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