This we know, all things are connected, like the blood that unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. --- Chief Seattle (the Dwamish tribe)

Oh Great Spirit of our Ancestors,
I raise my pipe to you.
To your messengers the four winds,
and to Mother Earth
who provides for your children.
Give us the wisdom
to teach our children to love,
to respect, and to be kind to each other
so that they may grow with peace of mind
Let us learn to share all good things
that you provide for us on this Earth.

May all beings everywhere
plagued with sufferings of body and mind
quickly be freed from their illnesses.
May those frightened cease to be afraid,
and may those bound be free.
May the powerless find power,
and may people think
of befriending one another.
May those who find themselves in
trackless, fearful wilderness ~
the children, the aged, the unprotected ~
be guarded by beneficial celestials,
and may they swiftly attain Buddhahood.

I accept myself completely. I accept my strengths and weaknesses, my gifts and shortcomings, my good points and my faults. I accept that I am here to learn and grow, and I accept that I am learning and growing. I accept the personality I've developed, and I accept my power to heal and change. I accept myself without condition or reservation. I accept that the core of my being is goodness and that my essence is love. I accept myself completely, and in this acceptance I find ever-deepening inner strength.