By Sharon McErlane
As soon as I sat down to listen to the Grandmothers I felt myself 'cloaked' in an endless embrace. After a while the Grandmothers spoke. "This is the truth," they said. "Feel it! Let yourself accept this embrace, accept what is your own. You are loved, protected, and guarded by light. It is your right to be held in love. You are our very own," they affirmed, "so let the winds of change blow and whine, as they will. Let them roar," they said, throwing up their hands. "Though they disturb the world you live in, they cannot touch you.