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