This is so similar to the prayer I picked out for my mothers prayer card at her funeral. I never knew this was a Native American prayer for the grieving. Being part Native American, I see I picked the right words
When the blood in your veins returns to the sea, and the earth in your bones return to the ground. Perhaps then you will remember that this land does not belong to you, it is you who belongs to the land.
Be strong enough to stand alone, be yourself enough to stand apart but be wise enough to stand together when the time comes. Hard being a wolf between domestic dogs, but soon you'll return to the pack you can call your own.