"My child, my child, come.
You have arrived at my tent.
My shawl is around you.
We grandmothers hold the threads of this shawl to protect you,
to bless you.
And here,
see these seeds we offer to you, child.
These seeds of your own Becoming.
The blue prayers of the waters that birthed you
and that carry you.
Inside each seed is the Way for you.
Feel how the Blessing of your life is there for you,
in our offering
in our open palms.