- Clyde Hall
- Emma Pohipe Dann
- Charles Lawrence
- Bear Boy LaRose
- Reginald and Gladys Laubin
- Corbin Harney
- Interview With White Eagle
- Haudenosaunee Thanksgiving Address
- Learning From The Elders
- Respecting Indian Tradition
- Tenne Wapp
- About Prayer
- Faith – Prayer – Action
- Gifts of Community
- Engaging Great Mystery
- Giving Back To Spirit
We are a collective
A well woven tapestry of loves light
Each of us a living, breathing, thread
Born of mystery and magic
To make the whole of everything sing
Through living our sheer beauty way
What is this INDEPENDENCE thing?
As we “deepen our dance” we cultivate it
As we deepen our path, waking our true colors
We gift our radiant light to the fabric of all that is
Our independence is our very gift
Our independence is our blossoming into our undeniable us-ness
To be independent is to have courage,
To take to heart that we effect the whole
We dance as our gift
To the place we hold in the family of things
“In Deepened Dance” day is here
An opportunity to honor our radiant path
We give over to our dance with creation
In service of all that is
May we step onto the dance floor
lucid and blooming
Knowing that we make a difference
Loving us all,
courtesy Malama ManyGifts
I lay out life in front of me,
Making a map with no continents,
No oceans, nothing known.
There lie uncharted realms
Where I land
On foreign shores
I did not set out for,
Have no knowledge of.
Still, they look familiar:
Evoking greater good.
Such lands live
In hearts alone, where hope
And I wish I could hold
The good hopes of all those worlds
In both hands, lovingly
And shape them true, to make them real
In every kingdom —
On maps I cannot see,
With nothing on them.
—Lee van Laer
Solitude, Solitary, Lone, Alone, Apart
Many words, the same thing.
Do not confuse or assume Loneliness.
The Calling mandates these things:
Solitude to do the work, solitary because no one else can. Lone because each is unique.
Alone, because no other can understand.
And Apart because no other feels “comfortable” with this.
Apart, Alone, Lone, Solitary, Solitude.
Left to find solace in the Work
And What Moves—Moves.
Still Standing. In the Light.
The woman I am becoming
Is here, whether I am ready or not.
Like a tree,
These things continue to grow
Whether we are present to witness, or not.
Here, now, I can see where this limb has grown
Unchecked and wild.
And this other, here, no longer bears fruit
But in spite of the boring worms and blackened bark
Continues to live.
The woman that I am becoming is here.
She sneaks a scarf of blue sky
Around my neck on the way out the door.
A sprig of Cedar somehow made its way
Into my hair
The song of wrens adorns my ears
And suddenly I want to wear
My red dress
For no reason at all.
The woman I am becoming is here
I stretch back my shoulders
And find an ache
From where she has been trying
To open my ribs.
She put eggs in my bed
So that I unwittingly
Warm the plans
That she is hatching
She reads the unopened books
That sit on my bedside table
She makes note
Of the new spring nettles
That would feed my blood
My afternoon, slotted for work,
Is suddenly taken up
with repotting all my plants
In the sunshine.
The woman I am becoming
Took me out into the meadow
To stare at the moon.
I didn’t even notice
That my feet had gotten soaking wet
— Jennifer Hawke
the strength of the oak around you
protection of rowan surround you
the wisdom of hazel within you
and the joy of the birth, be yours.
the wind and the rain will bless you.
the light of the moon caress you.
the gold of the sun shine within you.
and the song of peace, be yours.
strong arms of the mother will hold you
the green of the forest enfold you
the living waters will heal you
and the song of love, be yours
— Julie Darling
thanks to Stella Maris