Soulful Wisdom: DEDICATIONS: Honoring the GREATNESS of others...

Angel of Mercy

Reach down Thy arms
in Japan many harms,
reach out wide-n-far...
relieve emotion's scar.

Offer love~heal quick
bring water and food,
shelter for those sick...
lift now fearful mood.

Renew Japan's voice
guide the right choice,
love giving is a tent...
enrich all mercy sent.

Cherish every child
holding firm-n-tight,
within moments wild...
support survival fight.

Escort Home those...
within death's pose,
support family behind
sharing love Divine.

Angel o' Mercy unfold
winged aid ever bold,
life marching strong...
rebuilding new song.

Japan heal thy heart
be again worldly part,
be alive~as all thrive...
be aware out of care.

Angel o' Mercy alight
remain close~nearby,
heal Japan's phlight...
hear humanity's cry.

Angel o' Mercy do sing
carry sick on Thy wing,
strengthen wills' power...
stand the weakened
within love's warm
and kind shower.


Humbled by
Your presence,
my heart
thanks You


inspired by and
dedicated to the brave people of Japan
photo image: standing together strengthens the all as wild trilliums exemplify

PPTs for WOMEN~a 400 year old tree~a prayer for Bravehearted women everywhere...
In celebration of
INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY
March 8th...

~W~O~M~E~N~N~E~M~O~W~W~O~M~E~N~N~E~M~O~ W~

Worldly Opportunites Moving Ever Near

Wonderful Oneness MIracles Evolving Newnesses

Working On Making Evolution Nuanced

Wonderment's Openings Miraculously Emerging Now

Where
Only
Miracles
Evolve
Numerously

Why
Opportune
Moments
Emit
Notability

Whereas
One
Moves
Extreme
Narratives

Whom
Offers
Many
Extinquished
Negotiations

The image I feel is fitting of the moment for it is of a Sitka spruce that is over 400 years old! Although it's top was broken, falling to earth in a coastal storm, many years ago.....
it bravely still stands strong, tall and true to the purpose it's Creator designed it for!

Each of us have that same 'staying power' as we stand in the power granted us by living of ~ by ~ with and from heart. It will not always be easy, fun, safe or painless, but wisely we shall persevere, bravely we shall deliver the deeds and consistently we shall be true to one another.

A prayer for the
WOMEN OF THE WORLD

Loving Creator...
As women of bravehearts, Divine love and eternal wisdom, guide us in all ways to march to our inner drummers, inspire us to stand truest to our Higher selves, assist us in sharing the wisdom we have garnered, and protect our every bravehearted choice... that we may humbly continue our service to the world and each other!
Amen~Awomen

A side note...
I have several walking loops from my home. The shortest, takes me down and into a small park where the old sitka tree, pictured in this post, has lived his 400+ years. Each time I walk that loop, I dedicate a few moments to hugging its wisdom. On the tree's east side(backside in photo), there's a concaved area big enough to stand in and hug this great-grandfather, who inevitably whispers a few wise words...a most humbling moment


written for and dedicated to all women of the world, whose combined force of joyful, loving peace shall always make the world a better place

Angel of Courage

Stand us tall and true
encourage our voices
enliven our choices...

Stand us tall and true
brace us for the bumps
heal our many lumps...

Stand us ALL tall and true
and...

Bravely we shall shine
the Light that is Divine

Bravely we shall rise
viewing by happy eyes

Bravely we shall love
be below as is Above

Now we ALL do stand tall
we now know of the show
Life dance~love's stance!

for the
Angel of Courage so wise...
all sisters of life let us rise
to heed all Angelic deeds


Humbled by
Your presence,
my heart
thanks You


inspired by the women of BHW, written for and dedicated to all women of the world
photo image: late in the day shadows stand very tall

Whom better than me to step forward
this day, to do this...

I dedicate this to my late cousin, Nola Jean. She passed at age 59 in '94. She was born on April 1st. Her life was of lower choices often, having chosen men who seemingly found her to be an easy victim. She had three children, 3 of my 5 only first cousins. Her Jimmy has already passed on, from colon cancer I would suspect brought about by the years of witnessing his Mother's abuse.

I often have wondered if being considered a 'fool' by society... such as it might be.... may have contributed to her lack of Self-worth. Society can be a wretched organism sometimes. Before anyone considers me too critical of society by using the term wretched... may I remind you... the author of the words to a well known hymn was John Newton, the self-proclaimed wretch who once was lost but then was found... saved by amazing grace. One of my favorite life TURN-A-ROUNDS of all time!

So dear cousin Nola Jean...
may you be there for me when I come Home
I look forward to that moment indeed...

I have shared on my blog my last communication with Nola Jean...
a piece I composed entitled, THE VOICE of a SOUL. And if the truth were known, from my several years of writing, it still remains my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE thing my hands on a keyboard have ever been part of !

To her remaining children, Debi and Jeffrey, may you know that your Mother was truly a beautiful woman on the inside, she just didn't ever BELIEVE that!

I lovingly dedicate this blog entry to my cousin,
Nola Jean, from and with ALL of my HEART and my SOUL

Happy Birthday Nola Jean and
Happy APRIL FOOL'S DAY to everyone else....

PS the image is NOT as it may seem....
it's of a poster(still packaged) standing in my home waiting to go on a wall.
I noticed the rainbow on its surface from a crystal hanging at a nearby window.
Grabbed my trustee diggie camera, Justice and captured it. I felt it fitting to celebrate
memories of cousin Nola Jean today and share an UNREAL image also... April Fools!

The diggie capture happened probably 10 years ago. I often wondered to my Self why I was capturing so many diggies... I thought then it was just therapy for my hurting heart. Well it helped with that issue immensely, but also it has now become a treasure trove of photographs for use on my blog. Funny how life works isn't, and it works so well when we get out of the way and let it simply unfold.

This day* in '42 was Easter Sunday. I lost Mom in 1999, Dad in 2010. I came along in 1945, my brother in 1949. My Mother's favorite Bible verse was Psalm 23:1-4...

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside still waters, he restores my soul. He leads me in right paths for his name's sake. Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I fear no evil, for you are with me, your rod and your staff ~ they comfort me.

Dad was rejected from military service due to a bad heart valve or he might not have lived to help 'make me' or my brother. He was born in Oregon in the old rented farm home his parents were living in until grandpa bought a nearby farm. Mom and her sister and parents came from Nebraska, out of the dust bowl region to Oregon when she was still in high school. Mom and Dad met in high school and the rest is family history and herstory.

My Mom became a fruit and vegetable canning queen very quickly as my grandparents taught her and Dad how to grow a mean garden. I can remember sitting for hours helping can peaches, pears and green beans and pinto beans and corn and tomatoes. However I do not recall my brother getting the same assignments. Hmmmm, gotta talk to him about this, ha! Then there were all the jams and jellies and the rhubarb and pickles and beets and carrots and applesauce and salmon to can. I liked squishing the smelt Dad would go dipping for each smelt season, but eating them was tricky as their bones were so tiny and fine.

I have countless memories of both family vegetable gardens, ours and my grandparent's across the graveled county road from us. I learned to ride my bicycle on that same gravel road(now a busy paved shortcut between 2 towns. I had lots of scraped knees during that learning cycle with my old bike(no pun intended), it's now a piece of garden art in my oldest daughter and soninlaw's yard. They live next to Mom and Dad's old house which dad had built in 1941 and 42. I have the sheet of interior plyboard out of the bathroom that on its backside tells anyone who might find it just how much it cost Dad to build the house. I won't go dig it out of my garage where it's tucked neatly away, so I can be exact on how much that was, but I remember it was less than $3,000. How times have changed indeed.

I too often went cruisin' through all the family gardens(3 in all) for goodies. Always there were so many choices to choose from and for many months on end. But then there was grandma's old locust tree in their front yard and I can tell you it was not caring much about my love of barefootedness. But I didn't ever let it win, as going barefoot was just too much fun... despite the occasional locust thorn puncturing the underbelly of a barefoot or feet. Sometimes in my rush to get out to the small garden by grandma's house, I'd forget the locust tree's hidden dangers in the lawn leading to the garden. The small garden had the best stuff in it, grandma's favorites too. Their big garden was out past the barns, near pastured areas where the garden items needing a larger space, like the corns, pumpkins, cucumbers and rows upon rows of different beans, potatoes, tomatoes, squash and rhubarb.

Then of course there were the nut trees, filberts (now called hazelnuts), walnuts(English and black), the apple trees, the rows of strawberries(they didn't do raspberries for some reason) and grandma had her gooseberry bushes, pie cherry trees and the bing and royal anne cherry trees as well. Out and around were the wild blackberry bushes grandpa would allow to grow but kept them sort of corralled. And grandma always had to have boysenberries for pies and cobblers. Her cobblers were to die for as were her homemade cookies. Up by the garage was a huge tamed blackberry bramble(behind grandma's clothesline, which sometimes was invaded by happy vines reaching too far), a nice sized fig tree and then the famous concord grape arbor, so big us kids would play under it pretending it was a fort. That is if we were bored with playing in the hay barn making forts out of the hay bales or sneaking into the grain bins. I liked the wheat bin best, it was soft and not itchy, where the barley and oats were. Barley especially dusty and itchy and the oats really pokey and sharp.

In some blog post I will have to share the story behind why I didn't ever wish to take up smoking cigarettes....
Or maybe it's quick enough I can share it here... while the feelings of the memory are shape and crisp and filling me with fondness for my childhood.

Bobby was my neighborhood friend and buddy. I attended VBS with him. I was in those days a real tomboy and we did many many things together. One day one of us, or perhaps both of us, had the GREAT IDEA of sneaking into my grandparent's home, grabbing a pack of grandpa's cigarettes(he also smoked Velvet pipe tobacco he carried in his bib overalls all the time). Our intent was to try smoking... although neither of my parents did, nor did Bobby's parents. We were simply 2 curious over imaginative kids. We followed through with our plans... decided the safe place to try our little experiment was out in one of grandpa's fields behind my house. Well, to make this story short and sweet, we started a fire in grandpa's field and I haven't had a single urge since then for a single cigarette. I HAVE ALWAYS been so thankful for that childhood prank's huge lesson. One of us, I remember not which one, dropped their cig and that ends a childhood story. Have I conveniently forgotten my true role in our little escapade... I wonder?

As I began assembling the items that I wanted to use while composing this block entry, I looked for my Living Bible which Mom gave me years ago. It's here someplace tucked safely away, just am unable to locate it right now. However I knew where my copy of INSPIRATIONS for DAILY LIVING was, just to the left of my computer amongst my other inspirational books. My son had gifted it to me Dec 2000. His comment inside the cover reads, Mom, may God bless you and yours in all you do in the future, love Rowan.

Who knew that this gift, I'd barely looked through until beginning this blog entry, would come back to me in this moment to become part of the post. The gift working it's magic to inspire certain parts of this sharing from my past. I am certain I will garner much goodness from the book as my blog and I grow and expand through time. And at last I have come to fully appreciate very much the gift from my son, thank you Rowan. Life works like that sometimes and as my family members are introducd to my blog online one day, they will find little bits and pieces of themselves here. Remnants in time of a heart expressing its deepest and most loving thoughts and memories.

Like I mentioned in MY STORY, that long blog post that took me a week(easily 50 to 60 hours) to compose, layout and edit... A BLOGGER'S STORY, my parents had slowly drifted apart and no longer were in love or even friends really, that last couple decades. I stayed with them during my recuperative period(following my mysterious physical attack), for one and half years in 1991 and 92. During that time I don't recall noticing them touching one another once, or looking deeply into each other's eyes. Somehow over the years they fell out of love, lost respect and love for them Selves thus hadn't that for each other. It works that way, we have only the love to share that we feel for our Selves.

While growing up Dad refused to attend church services, Mom would only occasionally and I attended Vacation Bible School during the summers of my childhood with a neighbor's children. My fondest memories of VBS are of all the free kool aid n cookies and what has since become my favorite VBS song, JESUS LOVES ME. Still know it by heart, I've sung it to my Self so many times and still often do so. My favorite hymn however is AMAZING GRACE which brings tears to my eyes EVERY time I hear it regardless of who's singing it or playing it instrumentally. There weren't prayers said at the family dinner table. In our home as a tired farmer in from a long hard day's labor was oft' in less than a good mood. Us kids learned not to say much not knowing which mood Dad might be in. We let him speak first generally, then we'd respond accordingly. We liked Dad's cheery moods and we would then cheerfully chime in.

In later years Mom joined a local Lutheran church and Dad still refused to go. Mom had my 3 children baptized in her church and gave them and me our Living Bibles. Mom didn't ever push religion onto my brother and me, and as it turns out my brother is now married to his best friend and a Christian, Carol. They both now belong to a Baptist church and my brother attends right along with his wife and they both volunteer much time to their congregation and the church. Dad married Carol's Mom 3 months after Mom's passing and opened to a life with a Christian woman. I believe he even attended services with his new wife and my wonderful but late stepmom, Mary. I was happy that Dad had those few years of a loving relationship toward the end. I still don't really understand how it worked for Mary, except that it had to be about her deep Christian beliefs. I wish Mom would have known a relationship like that toward her end times.

I chose another path, or was it the path chose me... from that of my brother's, though I feel I have God in my heart and prefer to use the term Creator, than the God label. I feel as I live my life of ~ by ~ with ~ from my heart, I am as connected to my Creator as anyone else may be to their God. My HEART is my good book and where it is I hang that heart... be it were I live, out in public or wherever I appear in cyber space, therein is my church. For me there are not words in a book, or lyrics in a song, or lines in a poem or wisdom in a Psalm that I cannot access from the DEPTHS of MY HEART.

For me, my heart and my soul are one in the same. As I have allowed my life to evolve vibrationally upward, my perspective or view of the bigger picture opened new vistas of understanding life, living and life beyond earth. However this understanding didn't come easy. My hospital emergency room experience, the week I spent in the hospital(left in worse shape than when I entered the hospital, a long story), and the subsequent year and a half I spent living with my folks... brought me to a most humble place. It was during these moments the Creator's grace and wisdom slowly enveloped me and filled my every cell with humility and a certain knowningness.

Since there was no insurance and I had no money, and I definitely could not work, I returned home to live with my parents at the age of 45. My mysterious attack happened in Boulder Colorado. At that time I didn't know what my real physical problem was, just that for 6 months I would pray to wake up one more morning. You do not go to that dark corner in life and come out the same human being, this much I know. I was so weak and ill I had to crawl upstairs to my brother's old bedroom, couldn't walk out to the mailbox or drive a car. And I shall not ever forget learning to chew food all over again. Tears flowed heavily as my heart gave thanks that I could get those few pinto beansncatsup chewed up. Mom took care of me even as she was ever so slowly ebbing away. She had lost all of her stomach in 1981 and weighed but 47 pounds upon her death in '99. Those few pinto means prepared for me by the love of a Mother, during that time in my life, became very meaningful to me later in my life.

But all that mysterious DOWNTIME forced me in turn to open my heart, my mind and listen and feel with all my heart.... to my life and to all of life. NO amount of human money could have brought me that wisdom, or educated me that well or opened me more fully to all of life. From those moments I was literally reborn within my second chance at human life. It was during these moments I REALized a special gift I possess, which I have yet to fully share with life around me. It's just not the right time as yet. My life was not ever the same as it had been prior to my mysterious physcial attack. A mystery still, that no one has been able to solve. I've often called that mysterious event a COSMIC SETUP because as I view it, that is exactly what it was. There is a twist to this though... it was exactly what my life and I needed the most at that time... thus it was delivered unto me with such precision and grace... that it was truly a HUGE BLESSING in my life, despite having almost killed me.

So I compose this blog entry, such as it is
with its poor sentence structure
and grammar, etc etc, but
I had to do it anyway...
and lovingly
my heart
and
I...

dedicate it
with ALL of my LOVE
to MOM and DAD...
soaring soulfully and vibrationally
through the eternal timelessness
where ALL there is...
is LOVE and more LOVE.

I also dedicate it
to my brother Del and
his lovely wife Carol...
and their love for one another.

and
I dedicate it
to my 3 kids
Rowan, Reba and Gynelle
whom I love with all my heart for all they've done
with their lives and choices. They're all such good
human beings, adding in their own ways...
to the society in which they were born.

It's my prayer that one day they see
me more for what I've done with my
life since my days as a young Mother...

than as the Mother who didn't quite
have it all together...
but who did the best she knew how
to do at that time.

And that mother is now so very blessed with a new PASSION, a deep compulsion from within, a knowingness that indeed this little blog is now my purpose and reason for being. As I seek to serve others in some capacity. As I grow and learn and heal my humanity from this first blogging experience ever... may SOULFUL WISDOM humbly assist just one other woman along it's purpose of healing me and my life and family.

Note: * My parents were married April 5, 1942. This blog entry was intended to post on Tuesday April 5th, but I failed to schedule it to do that. I apologize for this error.

photo images: Mom liked Dutch & Japanese iris, this one's in my garden; Brownsville Oregon church(parts of the movie STAND BY ME was filmed in and around Brownsvile)

EARTH DAY is April 22nd...

a gentle voiceless TRIBUTE to our
glorious host PLANET... may each of us
do all WE CAN to HELP with her LONGEVITY...


there is a silent
1 minute intro
to the video...


http://www.youtube.com/user/SecretGuru#p/u/8/I9pWYwfl_HM
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photo image: blown glass sphere in my home
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According to a small article, GIMME SHELTER, in the May 2011 issue of Prevention magazine... the United Nations designated 2011 as the year to honor, celebrate and work toward saving earth's forests.

As stated in the article, every year the planet loses a patch of forest about the size of Louisana. Already half of the earth's original cover has been burned, cleared, or cut down. Earth's trees remove harmful CO2 from our atmosphere and are nature's best defense against climate change.

I share this because as mothers, housekeepers, homemakers and family stewards, we can help our children and spouses become more involved in recycling. By using only what is needed while doing household chores, cleaning and home maintenance, the whole family can make a difference.

Personally I've found I can easily reuse paper towels that aren't soiled by simply drying them out. And I've gone back to what my paternal grandmother use to always say to me when growing up... "use only 4 squares of toilet tissue"! In most cases it works real well.

Just last night, when taking out the garbage can and my big recycling bin for pickup this morning... I realized that there is so much one can recycle. That is if you live where recycling is a choice. I recycle so much that it takes me now at least two weeks sometimes 3 to fill my little garbage can. Our little town offers us 3 different sized garbage cans, mine is the smallest size. Of course I live alone, but still it all makes a difference. I would have my garbage picked up only once a month but my little town requires anyone on city water to have garbage picked up every other week. I've had to call them and say, "I don't have any garbage in my garbage can, can we trade weeks"?

So I post this because trees matter... and the more we reuse and recycle the fewer trees that get cut down. And I believe we can and do make a difference by taking the time to recycle and reuse.


photo images: a walking loop trail near home; rest stop going inland from the coast
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I just want to say how very much my experiences here with
all the BraveHearted Women have meant to me and my heart...

Thank you all for accepting me
as I am and for allowing me to express
and openly share my Self here


if I may...

Blessings be unto all my sisters here
as we all stand tall upon earthly sphere

may each n every heart sing of joyful bliss
becoming their part within life's eternal kiss




photo images: 2 feline family members,
Luci and Sunkist(female orange tabby left
our family for a greater beyond at age 2)
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CHIEF JOSEPH
1840 - 1904
Native name: Hin-mah-too-yah-lat-kekt
(Thunder coming up over the land from the water)

CHIEF SEATTLE (facial cast)
1780 - 1866
Native name: Sealth, Sealthl, See-ahth
Chief of Squamish and Duwamish tribes
of Washington state


Chief Joseph was the leader of the Nez Perce people, whose lands were in what is now Oregon and Washington, in the western United States. In 1877 he led his people in a 1400 mile retreat from U.S. troops, which ended in the Battle of Bear Paw Mountains in Montana. Joseph is now especially remembered for the statement he made then: "From where the sun now stands I will fight no more forever." Chief Joseph is often said to have died of a broken heart after spending the last 2 decades of his life on reservations.

I have included Chief Seattle, as he played a role in the history of my Pacific Northwest region. He is known for a famous speech, but much controversy surrounds it, however I feel these quotes by Chief Seattle, whom Seattle Washington is named for, are most appropriate to this moment:

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain...There was a time when our people covered the land as the waves of a wind-ruffled sea cover its shell-paved floor, but that time long since passed away with the greatness of tribes that are now but a mournful memory.

It seems there are varying historical perspectives on Chief Seattle. In doing some research I decided to allow anyone interested in learning more about Chief Seattle to rely on their internet searches, but will share this link: CHIEF SEATTLE

Because I was born in Oregon, I guess the world would consider me a native Oregonian. I felt it fitting to begin my tribute to the Native American, with Native American Chief Joseph and the Nez Perce. I was so moved, during the creation of my blog series in tribute to Mother Earth, by the strong connection between Native American peoples and our Earth. This blog entry tribute was simply the next step in human understanding and my blog's evolution.

I was compelled to follow those feelings of gratitude toward the wisdom of Native American cultures. And further... to seek forgiveness from all the ancestors of those Native Americans still living, for the injustices brought about them by their fellow Americans. Thus I dedicate this blog post to current NATIVE AMERICAN peoples and their generations to come.

I begin with a tribute to Chief Joseph, one of the most eloquent speakers of all the Indian leaders. This song, Words of Fire, Deeds of Blood. Robbie Robertson wrote, attributing the inspiration behind it to the wisdom of Chief Joseph's words...
which are used as the
lyrics in the song.

WORDS of FIRE
DEEDS of BLOOD

The
words of
Chief Joseph:

Perhaps you think the Creator sent you here to dispose of us as you see fit. If I thought you were sent by the Creator, I might be induced to think you had a right to dispose of me. Do not misunderstand me, but understand fully with reference to my affection for the land. I never said the land was mine to do with as I choose. The one who has a right to dispose of it is the one who has created it. I claim a right to live on my land and accord you the privilege to return to yours. Brother we have listened to your talk coming from our father the great white chief at Washington. And my people have called upon me to reply to you. And in the winds which pass through these aged pines we hear the moanings of their departed ghosts. And if the voice of our people could have been heard, that act would never have been done. But alas though they stood around, they could neither be seen nor heard. Their tears fell like drops of rain. I hear my voice in the depths of the forest, but no answering voice comes back to me. All is silent around me. My words must therefore be few. I can now say no more. He is silent, for he has nothing to answer when the sun goes down.

In this next video you'll notice a community drum with the drumsticks lying atop it, later in the video a group of drummers are seen seated at their community drum. If you ever have an opportunity to be witness to and experience up close the magnificence of drumming by a group of Native Americans... you will become intoxicated by the beat, the chanting and the energies around the endeavor. The overwhelming feelings of connectedness and comaradery are unmistakeable. You will not soon forget the experience.

This video is inspiring. Although
I know little about it, it felt good
deep down so knew to include
it. The song is Darlin' Don't Cry
song by Buffy Sainte-Marie and
the Red Bull Singers

THE SIGNALS of CHANGE
Solomon Cyr


This next video takes place in a recording studio
and features 2 songs.

The first is GHOST DANCE written by Jim Wilson and Robbie Robertson. Robertson's lead vocal is backed by the voices of sisters Rita and Priscilla Coolidge and their niece Laura Satterfield. There are better quality videos of this first song but because this video offers the other song, Mahk Jchi(Heartbeat Drum Song) and a chance to experience the 3 Native American female vocalists(Ulali: Pura Fe, Soni, Jen), who perform it... it was a good choice for this tribute.

As stated, the second song is Mahk Jchi or HEARTBEAT DRUM SONG, written by Pura Fe, Soni, Jen and performed by Ulali: Pura Fe, Soni, Jen. Robbie Robertson had heard of the group and was drawn to their sound and harmonies. He had recorded a track consisting of only drums with Benito, the keeper of the drum in Taos NM, and his partner Mazatl, an Aztec musician. He then took the track to New York and the studio...
where Pura Fe, Soni and Jen added
their voices ~ innertribal Unity.

I decided to share
the words to Heartbeart Drum Song...
besides being beautiful
to listen to
they are amazingly
beautiful
to the eye
also:

Mahk jchi tahm buooi yahmpi gidi
Mahk jchi taum buooi kan spewa ebi

Mahmpi wah hoka yee monk
Tahond tani kiyee tiyee
Gee we-me eetiyee
Nanka yaht yamooniaeh wajitse


Here's a little background
on the Native American
GHOST DANCE...

In the moon of black cherries, Kicking Bear brought news of the Paiute messiah, Wovoka, the prophet of the ghost dance. It spread across the badlands like a prairie fire from tribe to tribe. When the government got wind of this they said, "I don't know what this, Ghost Dance is, but I don't even like the sound of it. Tell all the Indians it is now illegal." When they refused to stop practicing their form of worship, on December 29, 1890, the calvary massacred 300 unarmed Sioux, mostly women and children, at Wounded Knee.

Here are the words of
a Souix Ghost Dance Song...

The whole world is coming
~ a nation is coming, a nation is coming.
The eagle has brought the message to the tribe.
The father says so, the father says so.
Over the whole earth they are coming.
The buffalo are comig, the buffalo are coming.
The crow has brought the message to the tribe.
The father says so, the father says so.

So here you have
GHOST DANCE and Mahk Jchi or
the HEARTBEAT DRUM SONG

When I bought my first CD of Robbie Robertson & The Red Road Ensemble, I wore one CD out, the one cut on the CD that moved me the most in the beinning was, IT IS A GOOD DAY TO DIE, written by Robbie Robertson. I feel it so moved me because it said so much about Native Americans and their absolute kinship to earth and understanding of everlasting life. Also of their deep pride in who they were and what they stood for, though I am certain that's not how they saw it, for they felt life way before they ever thought about it.

When Robbie Robertson first heard about the story that the song is about, he was fascinated by what the reaction of the soldiers must have been when the Chief's reply to their threats was, "It is a good day to die." According to Robertson, the other meaning to this phrase is, "I am so grateful for each day of life, that any day is a good day to die."

Robbie Robertson wrote the lyrics to this song, female vocal
backup comes from the Coolidge sisters and their niece.

words
from
Black Elk...

Then another great cry went up
out in the dust: "Crazy Horse is coming!
Crazy Horse is coming!" Off toward the
west and north, they were yelling.
"Hoka Hey!" like a big wind roaring,
and making the tremolo: you could
hear eagle bone whistles screaming.

Here then is a video
featuring the song
IT'S A GOOD DAY TO DIE
along with a
formidable collection
of black & white
Native American
images.

IT IS A GOOD DAY
TO DIE

I cannot explain my deep abiding respect for and admiration of our Native American peoples. As far as I know I do not carry any of their blood in my veins, although I had a great Aunt, bless her soul, who was born on the Rosebud Indian Reservation in South Dakota. And it's interesting how she was the only one of all her siblings to have dark skin, high cheek bones and very black hair. I of course didn't ever inquire of my relatives before their passing, of how this might have come about. I hadn't put it together until they were all gone. But I've often wondered if my Great grandmother might have had an explanation. Perhaps it's my aunt that is working with me at this time to create this tribute blog entry???

Time for another video...
This one features Kashtin: Florent Vollant from the Innu tribe in Northeast Quebec, Canada.
It is sung in their native tongue, which is spoken by only about 10,000 people. The song,
Akua Tuta, was written by Florent Vollant and Claude McKenzie. When Robertson asked
Florent about the words
in this song,
Florent
said
it means...

Take care
Take care of your homeplace
Take care of your grandmother
Take care of yourself

This video features the song AKUA TUTA
and black & white images of great
Native American Chiefs and
Native Americans from
North America.

Enjoy this song from
the Innu Tribe

AKUA TUTA
sung by Kashtin
Florent Vollant
Claude McKenzie

I felt the words to
AKUA TUTA
should be shared
as they mezmerized
me with their
uniqueness...

they are:

Akua tuta, akua tuta
Akua tuta tshekuan kaminekuin

Akua tuta
Naketuenta kiei tshin tshekuan
kanetaunekuin

Hey, hey, hey

Akua tuta
Akua tuta tshekuan kakunuene mekuin?

Akua tuta
Naketuanta kiei tshin tshekuan kauitshikuin

Hey, hey, hey

Akua tshe tessinnu
Akua tuta nete kiei tshin kanetaunekuin

Akua tshe mushumenut
Akua kiei tshukumenut eshei

Akua tshe tuassimenut
Akua kiei tsheshimenut eshei

Hey, hey, hey


Although this next song, Cherokee Morning Song is featured in the Earth Day series, part 7,
I will share this version because it is a live concert where the 3 family members, Rita and Priscilla Coolidge and their niece Laura Satterfield perform it. Three strong women bravely
standing true to who they are and singing a traditional Cherokee song passed down
through their family.

The words are:

Wi-na-de-ya-ho, wi-na-de-ya-ho
Wi-na-de-ya, wi-na-de-ya
Ho- ho- ho- ho
He- ya- ho, he- ya- ho
Ya- ya- ya

A song that asks the spirits of the
earth and sky.
Thus weave for us a garment
of brightness
that we may walk fittingly
where
the birds
sing.
~ ~ ~ Anonymous

It really is a joy to get into the song and sing
with the women whose heritage brought us
this lovely song to feel and INjoy.

Here then is
CHEROKEE MORNING SONG
sung by bravehearted women,
our Native American sisters

And I believe this next video will conclude Soulful Wisdom's blog tribute to our Native American brothers and sisters. The song is Twisted Hair, written by Jim Wilson and Dave Carson. The choir of voices you hear on this piece is the sound of crickets turned way down. This phenomenon was discovered by Jim Wilson, and the words were written by his uncle Dave Carson, also known as Red Dog. Robbie Robertson asked Bonnie Jo Hunt, a Lakota opera singer, if she'd ever sung with crickets before. She said "No", then offered up her lovely voice over to the moment.

The male voice is Robbie Robertson's,
the still video images all feature steps
or stairways, the latter all seem to be
leading upward.

Here is
TWISTED HAIR
and the crickets...


In going back through this tribute, editing and feeling it and exploring the Native American culture... I came across this video of a cut on Robbie Robertson's CD. As many times as I've played the CD while driving, at home, out on my porch, relaxing in a hot bath... I didn't put it together until now. "Better late than not at all", I always say! Turns out this Native American song, the ANCESTOR SONG, I always experience at the regional POW WOW I attend. And always I get the most validation goosebumps, or those truth or God bumps... when community singers sing it and perform it on their drum! ALWAYS! Sitting here listening and relistening to it has me lovingly enveloped with the energies of Native American tradition and wisdom. I am most grateful to have REALized much of what I have long felt deep within me.

And I thought I was doing this blog entry for all of you out there in cyber space... turns out, it was created just as much for my Self. This is much like the movie, Field of Dreams, where Ray builds the baseball diamond in his corn field... so he and his Dad could have a game of catch.


So, though I thought
the blog entry was
complete... I've
learnt that to
think isn't
the best
source
of
truth!

Written
by
Pura Fe, Soni, Jen
traditional
Performed
by
Ulali and the
The Silvercloud Singers:

Video images are a
revealing collection
of black and white
photos, sharing
insight into the
way of Native
American
life now
gone...

ANCESTOR SONG

The words
shared are:

To our elders who teach us
of our creation and our past

So we may preserve mother earth
for ancestors yet to come

We are the land

To our brothers and sisters and
all livings things across mother earth

Her beauty we've destroyed

And denied the honor the Creator
has given each individual

The truth lies in our hands

All my relations


So this song will bring
to a close a joyful
journey for me
and I hope
for you...



photo image:
Chief Joseph
Nez Perce Nation
facial casting:
Chief Seattle
Squamish/Duwamish
and allied Tribes
.
.

I happened upon the announcement of this event which is unfolding today around the world. I felt it appropriate to share more about it. What happens worldwide will eventually bring all of us to care more and work toward positive changes where we live.



Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation
malaria overview


roll back malaria


world malaria day home page


Sengalese Idol
fights against malaria


world malaria day by wikipedia


empowering mothers to protect,
educate and save lives

"A mother spends 1/3 of her resources on malaria
prevention and treatment. That's 1/3 less money
to spend on food, shelter, schooling or other
medical needs." from Freedom From Hunger's website.
.
.

My heart and I dedicate
this blog post to...


ALL MOTHERS ON EARTH!


Each of you are making a difference toward a better life on earth for EVERYONE! Your loving vibrations are bringing about change and evolving the human experience for all peoples on earth... thank you!


What follows is a vast array
of good videos. You'll just have
to explore them as I did and INjoy
them as I did... to know what they are
all about.

Why not take a few minutes
and some relaxing breaths and
kick off those shoes and explore life
from the perspective of a kooky woman's
videorama...

you're bound to find one
that moves you to
smile or get
warm &
fuzzy...



~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY EVERYONE ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~


May this MOTHER'S DAY
be a memorable
one for all
of us





I imagine there is at
least 1 video in
this group

that will grab your HEART

and that's
a very good
thing, as MOTHER'S DAY
is all about
HEART....




THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING
IN THE WORLD
You'll shed a tear



BABY MINE
Bette Midler
A true classic
when it comes to
a Mother's love
(hint: Dumbo)



A TRIBUTE to MOTHERS ~ IN MY DAUGHTER'S EYES
Martina McBride
A beautifully done video



FOR OUR MOTHERS
Song, photos and quotes
Boyz 2 Men
Very touching...



13 GRANDMOTHERS of the WORLD
Happy Mother's Day to Mother Earth
from the 13 Grandmothers
and good blessings to all Mothers.
All are welcome - those who share
a commitment to understanding and
defending the natural world especially so.



A MOTHER'S PRAYER
Celine Dion
Her voice warms the heart
and she does a great job of
balancing career and
Motherhood!



MOTHER'S DAY CELEBRATION
A tribute to all the mothers who touch
our lives in one way or another...



A MOTHER'S LOVEDiana Ross
I've loved this Mother
for years...



MOTHER'S DAY for PEACE



NAVAJO NATION
MOTHER'S DAY SONG & DANCE
I am touched by this ceremony



WILLIAM TELL 'MOM'ISMS
This one took my breath away,
how this woman ever pulled this off
is anyone's guess! Amazing...



YOU RAISED ME UP
MOTHER'S DAY MUSIC VIDEO



I had to include these videos...
I loved these women and their show!

GOLDEN GIRLS MOTHER'S DAY part 1 of 3
9 minutes

GOLDEN GIRLS MOTHER'S DAY part 2 of 3
9 minutes

GOLDEN GIRLS MOTHER'S DAY part 3 of 3
6 1/2 minutes



MOTHER'S DAY VIDEO
The history of mothers day and a tribute
to activist Mothers from the past and the present



MOTHER'S DAY HISTORY
The history of how Mother's Day got started
in post Civil War West Virginia
I love the song in the background,
it warms my heart and will touch you too!



MOTHER'S DAY MUSIC VIDEO



photo images:

For the Mothers
who may not receive
flowers on Mother's Day...

Please accept these
home-grown ones
from my HEART
to YOURS!


(as an added note):
I have replaced the cinder block
and board entertainment center
with a beautiful pine unit from a
local thrift store! But the crystals
are still part of my life! Very high
vibrational friends!
.
.

Through life's darkest moments, down in life's deepest valley
or amidst life's biggest challenges... there usually is a Mother to
stand beside, to be hugged by and receive reassurances from. Mothers
soothe, forgive, protect, embrace, celebrate, nourish, encourage,
defend, nurture, support, maintain and guide us through life
until it's child's time to spread their wings and fly free.
There's no love that compares to the vibrational
web the Mothers build around their children.


A
MOM'S
LOVE is
the real
POWER


From deep within the heart,
a woman gives her every ounce
to human child of this world
her role 'the Mom' has unfolded

From a love's bossom spill forth
those white threads of all life
within a love's arms felt strength
a loving link to a human's All

From drool to school they go
dancing off on dream-filled cloud
standing taller every new day
soon life will weaken their dream

From hopes to social reform
skipping opportunities to survive
the brave children on thin ice
what's wrong with the world now

From despair's ashes they'll rise
to save this planet from evils
heartless gains and inner pains
they'll save us all by that love...

a MOTHER gave them long ago


written
5-7-2011
for all Moms
for all they
gave to
all of
us




MOM is just BETTER
when we're Young
and AWESOME
when they're
older and
we are
too...





The
MAGIC
of a MOM

How is it that Mom's dish water
always cleaned the dishes better for Mom
than it did for me?

Why was it Mom's handy broom
easily swept up more dust and dirt for Mom
than it did for me?

Where was it Mom always hid the
birthday presents so much better than ever
I could hide hers?

When was it that Mom told me to
clean my room and I got spanked 'cuz I did
not hear her ask?

How was it Mom could out run me
in the park when we went to play 'cause my
shoes were new?

Why was it Mom was never ever late
but I was always late for something as was
retorted so often?

Where did Mom get all those smarts
and I got all the dumbs as my grades often
to her displayed?

When was it Mom cut this child loose
saying 'go find a life - get on with it the best
ya can' and I did?


written 5-7-2011
in honor of all
MOMS on a
planet 'tis
a MOM
to us
too




Time flies by ~ memories we make
the best ones I have are of Mother standing
the test of time!

Mom did surrender an earthly Home
but she will greet my soul at Heaven's Gate
lovin' me again!




THE
WISEST
TREE of LIFE

My Mother's wisdom always prevailed
~~in my life where shadowy
~~~~figures lurked

My Mother's dependability shown light
~~in my life where darkened
~~~~memory lived

My Mother's integrity guided my sojurn
~~in my life where inhumane
~~~~actions stung

My Mother's beliefs carried her through
~~in her life where love's loss
~~~~betrayal done

My Mother's forgiveness healed wound
~~in her life where unspoken
~~~~her heart sang

My Mother's heart warms mine all day
~~in my life where joyful play
~~~~fills my reality

My Mother's soul whispers softly to me
~~in my life where truths sing
~~~~life is eternal

My Mother's desires built me so strong
~~in my life a dysfunction can
~~~~not bend me

My Mother's dream for me was to stand
~~in my life where truth's deed
~~~~is my purpose


Written 5-7-2001

Because Mom
knew I was
in line to
serve
a Divine Purpose!

Dedicated to a
MOM who is
living now
deep in
a heart within me!

In gratitude for
the Mother's
loving way
that kept
alive a real dream!

Blessing soul
that's Mom's
for her day
on earth
is now where I am!

And I am 'cause
she loved me
ever much
as Mom
to this
kid fufilling her part!




And in my life of now
truth reigns as the how
my heart guiding me
its soul singing eternally




And in conclusion this day
please allow me to say...


I wish
EVERY MOTHER everywhere
the bestest
MOTHER'S DAY they so dare
to REALize





photo images:

Mother and child heart

Mother's Day Angel
(click on image ~ it sparkles
just like ALL MOTHERS)
.
.

I've looked forward to doing a blog post like this one since
my blogging venture began Feb 6th of this year. To
actually have Mom's image on my blog(I don't
have digital images of her), will warm my
heart each time I get to view it while
blogging. Now she too is part
of cyberspace 'out there'
among the galaxies
universes and
brightest
stars!

So it is
this post
is dedicated
to the memories
of dearest Mom the
saving grace of a child's
years. What unfolds as this
next day and a half unfolds prior
to posting, is anyone's guess. I've no
clue as to what it will be, but I shall simply
be a vibrational instrument words flow through...




RE-MEMBERING with
an awesome MOTHER

the words I'll allow to flow
bringing 'bout an inner glow

her soul and mine
will entwine
so fine



Mother loved hymns
one of her favorites was
Amazing Grace...


This portion
of Mom's tribute
shares versions of
the hymn Mom would
INjoyed very much, in no
special order...



Amazing Grace
by Chris Tomlin
(great images, historical moments
when the hymn carried humanity
through and the history behind
the hymn)


Amazing Grace
by Aaron Neville
beautiful rendition
of the hymn by male
singer, an inspriational
sparkly video!


Amazing Grace
with bagpipes


Amazing Grace
by Hayley Westenra
New Zealand soprano
classical crossover artist


Amazing Grace
by the Soweto Gospel Choir


Amazing Grace
by 8 year old Rhema Marvanne
(acappella)


Amazing Grace
Created by a method of
singing known as
"throat singing" which is
associated with layers of sound


Amazing Grace
by Judy Collins
(beautiful still images)


Amazing Grace
by Violinist Mikhail Gantvarg
at the 2011 World IF
Camp in Thailand
(backup female
Thailanese violinists)


Amazing Grace
by Diana Ross
1996 live from Budapest
(her interaction with the
people is amazing)


Amazing Grace
by Walela
(in Cherokee language)

Cherokee
lyrics:

i ga go yv he i
hna quo tso sv wi yu lo se
i ga gu yv ho nv
a se no i u ne tse i
i yu no du le nv
ta li ne dv tsi li
u dv ne u ne tsv
e lo ni gv ni li squa di
ga lu tsv he i yu
ni ga di da ye di go i
a ni e lo hi gv
u na da nv ti a ne hv
do da ya nv hi li
tsa sv hna qou ni go hi lv
do hi wa ne he sdi



Amazing Graceby Yanni
(piano with nice
still images 2 1/2mins)


Amazing Graceby Ray Charles
with full orchestral accompaniment
(superb still images)


Amazing Grace
by R. Carlos Nakai
(concert flutist turned
Native American flutist
contains beautiful
still images)


Amazing Grace
by the Celtic Women
(and company)


Amazing Grace
by Louis Armstrong with the feel
of New Orleans & Dixeland
band (I want this played
when my ashes are
cast to the winds
I can imagine
Mom would have
been OK with it at her
service also!)




My SOUL'S Whisper
To My MOTHER...


It is within my heart and ever so deep
that memories of Mother now sleep
but awakened for purposes here
as soul to soul she'll appear

blessing my endeavors still
bless her intentions for below
upon earthly family she'll bestow
wisdom of all ages voiceless show

where souls live as love all of the time
as a vibrational rhythm n rhyme

Sing to my heart Mom dear
sing of truth life of no fear
sing as wisdom clear
a voice to me dear
reality so near
l will hear
feel my
tear

I AM here...


written 5/8/2011
a vibrational
portal opens
and I walk
through
to be
with Mom...




MOM'S World
of..... JOY-Filled
Actions


Mom's love for plants
animals is grand stance
I suppose her life's
most fun dance

She kept her outside
as well as family's inside
morn 'til dark's time
farm life's tide

Many flower blooms
here there n everywhere
pinks purples reds
all colors dare

Floral bouquets yes
cut fresh smell lots better
weeds not to guess
garden to letter

On her knees so oft'
upon the ladder ever aloft
but the orchids were
pride n joy's stir

Corsages for friends
for celebrating love blends
brought heart to sing
spread thy wing

Cattails in deep fall
dried grasses also we add
leaves also just tad
get done no stall

Mom's insists steep
live xmas tree for an aroma
fir of home thus keep
season joy deep

Spring's birth of tulips
filling that fenceline's cups
lilacs n the snowballs
memorials to falls

Plant the veggie rows
grab the water, those hoes
farm duty forever calls
befalls an early fall

Hunting time now rest
until trophies brought home
wild game lost the test
meats to lay to rest

The yearful cycle done
Mother's chores just begun
sweep fall's stuff soon
come winter's moon

Perhaps with cold days
Mom's toils turn to her plays
early soaps oft' brighten
radio voices lighten

So went year 'pon years
wrinkles and worry appears
Mom's face drawn down
smile turns to frown

Still she had dogsncats
four legged dedicated friends
unconditional love trend
love loyal to attend

Bless their souls today
and hers within eternal ways
I miss my Mom deeply
in a heart she stays

written 5/8/2011
dedicated to
life with a
Mother
true




In tribute to Mom's
birthplace...


That
NEBRASKA Girl


Though I've not personally seen
~the plains from which she came
~~I know of her heart and her soul
~~~both of honest stance in her life

~~~She came to Oregon with family
~~the dust bowl forcing the choice
~Mom 'twas in her youthful teens
and her sister fours years older

Their dad became railroad man
~the train past by the family digs
~~I can still hear the lonely whistle
~~~as Johnny Cash oft' sang about

~~~Their mom born tough stayed so
~~use to tell her hubby to 'go dry up'
~he was not a drinking family man
but small n stature, hard working

Grandma wore but a size 2 shoe
~no one pushed such lady around
~~Zell had sis' Zada daughter Zona
~~~no steering wheel for this woman

~~~For this MOTHER this poem sings
~~coming forth as memories so alive
~for our family that remains behind
it is with deepest love it is shared

With deep gratitude to all she did
~for me my children and the family
~~MOTHER may your soul soar free
~~~I'll see you one day within Eternity

written 5/7/2011
dedicated to
MOM and
her NE




Moms always believe in us
sometimes makin' a fuss
they cheer us with rejoices
even victory's off choices




A tribute to Mom's
son, my only
sibling...



The PLUMBER
in my LIFE...


Growing up as kids we fought
as Mother the willow switch brought

quickly stopped we'd run away
back at it this time willow found prey

Bro had asthma coughed alot
me I had eczema and since I've got

answers to those body alarms
no dairy and magnesium halt harm

My bro now's really nice to me
fixes plumbing home repair all free

Living alone, home to upkeep
is sometimes a hill that is bit steep

Nice to know bro isn't faraway
he works and sisinlaw and me play

Dear bro should ever see this
took liberties offering a sister's kiss

Grateful to you and my 'sister'
the wife that is good for you mister

May you both live long, happy
"Go ducks"! yep it's gettin' crappy

So I'll quit and send love to ya
be well, see you, zippa dee do da


written 5/7/2011
dedicated to
brother
Del




Brother is an Oregon Duck fan
true and blue in his support
his choice of team years span
win or lose he's got a report

Loyal beyond a view of reality
diehard through~n~through
judging not the teamed ability
Duck fan forever n very true




Mom's gone forever now
thankfully she exampled how
not standin' in real power
denies link to our truth tower




My tribute to Mom
as a homemaker
extraordinaire...



MOM'S Kitchen of
Miracles


Oh how this will bring back to me
memories bitter sweet and of plenty
but good ones nonetheless
Oh how could you forget the peels
apple cores, peach pits n fuzzy feels

I can still see piles 'round my feet
still smell the pressure cooker's heat
oh those were the days true
that apple pealer it was super fun
hand often cramped of peachful sum

Were bushel after bushel of them
Dad's favorite, escape was but slim
real memories flood my day
pears were not too many and firm
made pealing by hand an easy term

Tomatoes were challenges of me
they mushed and often dripped free
toils and foils of the kitchen
during canning season's big chores
no one ever kept their duty scores

Still I feel the drips down my arms
fruit and veggie smells life's charms
come winter life was joyful
home grown delights on the table
farming family's absolute best staple

My favorite was the blackberry jam
harvest time leant me no out or scam
a PBJ after school you bet
now it's a poor food combining choice
back then 'twas the harvest rejoice

Jars boiling lids too lest bad seal
Mother's worst nightmare come real
these visions ever so bright
sealed jars sitting all 'bout to cool
then out to the fruit cellar's food pool

It's door was I swear so very thick
Dad built cellar with 2 walls cute trick
this memory has much fear
got shut behind it's big heavy door
wasn't underground so rescue quick

Got smart when asked to go fetch
a jar of this or that, block door bet 'ya
imagining how many times
each time faster than the times 'fore
feet ran past our woodshed store

Mom's piecrusts n gravies so good
snap'n beans adds to childhood
some chores weren't mine
slicing corn from cob certain not
scraping salmon also not mine slot

All in all my farm kid days enrich me
memories o' gold stories to free
another time another post
Thanks Mom for the good times
memories for me wealth of rhymes

And Mom you could've been one
a 'queen for a day' winner such fun
certainly the winner to me
where life took me into dysfunction
your voice saved a life's junction

In kitchen, garden or orchid atrium
your skills honed an equilibrium
you see Mom had heart
solid gold and shinning so brightly
as father's 'twas toward unrightly


written 5/7/2011
dedicated to
the farm
days...





The dear
Mom's spirit
forgot and
lost
through a
passage within
humanity's rhythm
of oft' unused
bits of time...



MY MOM'S LIFE...
My View

Do I recall her laughter aloud
~ ~ not at this time
~ ~ ~ but still ever proud
of Mother I AM

Can I see her playful and free
~ ~ not at this time
~ ~ ~ but for her I'm to be
living my truth

Do I feel her inner & outer joy
~ ~ not at this time
~ ~ ~ but to be the real envoy
for hearted choices

Any memories of Mom's bliss
~ ~ not at this time
~ ~ ~ but we will eternally kiss
be forever together

Are there moments she cried
~ ~ yes at this time
~ ~ ~ her life pain was a pride
falsely as it may be

Why Mom slowly ebbed away
~ ~ yes at this time
~ ~ ~ heart's whispers cease
by heartless choice

Is there a special word to say
~ ~ yes at this time
~ ~ ~ Mom's soul's voice stay
be path to the Light

When family members desire
~ ~ yes at this time
~ ~ ~ all will ignite an inner fire
for love of this Mom


written 5/8/2011
for Mother's desire
to ignite the fire
within her
earthly
kin...





The grace of a Mother's love
brings hope from Above
and Angels to hover
for me the cover
under which
I will heal...




photo images:

Mom's high school
graduation photo
c: 1940

Mom's favorite orchid
a lavender Cattleya
(growing orchids
was hobby for
dear Mom!)
.
.

Heartfelt greetings
to all dear BHW members
and their hearts!


May this quick post find each of you happier, healthier and a tad wiser than when last among you, as I hope I am also!

I touch down ONLY briefly to share a small portion of my latest endeavor... another booklet, such as Starfire! This one was started just prior to the abrupt departure of my last lifemate. It was obviously put on 'hold' and recently found its way back into my 'now moment'.



Be ready and willing all
and...

when in doubt: do NOTHING
when in fear: listen within
when in love: love more
when in peace: find truths
when in joy: expand vibration



Images:
1st: a common 'doodle' from my past(following
late '87 spiritual rewawakening. At the time made
NO sense to me until years later! (Important to allow
pieces to 'fall into place').

2nd: how doodle relates now to the Integration
of the Physical & Spiritual realities on earth's plane.

.
.

to heal every worldly disease.

to support emotional and mental disorder.

to strengthen all family relationships?

to cease violating others and our mother earth?

to grace our neighborhoods with compassion?

to end homelessness and hunger everywhere?

to eliminate degradation of human dignity?

to close the abyss of separation?

to evolve beyond heartless bigotry?

to rise above ego’s pettiness?

to surrender ill-will’s false assumptions?

to solve humanity’s real issues?

to echo wisdom gained from human history?

to unite as one humbled graceful force?

to release animosity’s judgments?

to unify a common desire for world peace?

to care so strongly change inevitably happens?

to exist as heart centered citizens in action?

to abide first by universal law?

to forgive all indiscretions of others?

to live free of all human fears?

to resist temptations of self-centeredness?

to align ourselves with soulful wisdom?

to stand for equality of all living things?


written for and
dedicated to those
27 human beings lost
in Newtown, Connecticut