Sacred Remedies - Sun as the Great Healer

The old ones say the Sun is not a thing but a being
A living fire with golden bones
A heart that walks across the sky each day
Breathing warmth into the sleeping veins of the world

It rises from the sacred east
Where the ancestors live in song
And every morning it carries with it
A thread of light
Woven from the dreams of the night before

We do not just see the Sun
We feel it with the bones
We speak to it with the skin
We listen with the spirit

At the First Light
When the horizon is still purple and blue
Before the birds have finished their first prayer
That is when we stand barefoot
We face the golden breath of the Sun
And we say
I am still here
I remember who I am

In this hour
The dew is medicine
The silence is a teacher
The light is a messenger
Carrying healing straight into the heart

You may offer words
You may offer smoke
You may offer nothing but your breath
All is received when given with truth

At the Highest Point
When the Sun is no longer rising
But sitting on the crown of the world
That is when its heat becomes its voice

This is not the time to ask
This is the time to listen

Sit beneath its gaze
Let the old wounds rise
Let the confusion melt
Let the fire show you what must be let go

We place sacred stones
Seeds of the future
Feathers of the past
Under the full strength of the Sun
So that all may be blessed
So that all may remember

At the Falling Light
When the shadows grow long like old stories
And the sky burns in colors too beautiful to name
That is when we give thanks

The Sun does not leave us
It returns to the underworld
To light the way for those who walk between worlds
And we must honor its journey

Some light a fire
Some burn copal
Some simply whisper
Gracias abuelo

The setting Sun teaches us to release
To soften
To close with reverence
Not with regret

To Heal with the Sun
When the body is heavy
When the heart forgets how to sing
We go to the Sun

We do not ask it to fix us
We simply sit
And we let it see us

Its light moves through skin into spirit
Its warmth unknots the sorrows
It brings rhythm where there was chaos
It brings memory where there was silence

We return again and again
We give it time
Because healing is not a moment
It is a season of returning

To Walk in Its Rhythm
We rise with it
We eat with it
We rest when it leaves

We are not separate
We are threads in the same woven cloth
One thread of sunlight
One thread of breath
One thread of sacred blood

Walk with the Sun
Not behind
Not ahead
But with

Speak to it like an elder
Like a grandfather who remembers your name
Even when you have forgotten it yourself

The Sun is not only light
It is language
It is medicine
It is the great spirit in motion

And it will rise again
It will always rise again

Let every ceremony begin with the fire of the sky
Let every healing return to the light
And let every heart walk in the sacred rhythm of the Sun

This is the way of Sacred Remedies
This is the voice of the Earth remembering