GRANDMOTHER SAGE/May the Smoke Carry our Prayers

Grandmother Sage Smudge Sticks

Smudge Sticks made with New Mexico sage, healing herbs and flowers…..woven together with dyed hemp for ceremony, removing negative energy, perfect for altars or as a gift for a bereaved person $17.00 includes free shipping US only

$17.00

A FIRST NATIONS ELDER…

dave---smudgingA First Nations Elder strikes a match, lights something in a bowl or a shell, fans it with a

feather until it smokes, and then proceeds to waft the smoke around the area or room, or
towards individuals who are gathered, often in a circle. As people are approached with
the smoking bowl, they use their hands to pull the smoke over themselves
 
This is a scene you may have seen in a movie, on the television news or, in person, at a
meeting or ceremony. But were you aware of the significance of what you were
watching or perhaps even participating in?
The purpose of the smudging ceremony is to cleanse, to remove any negative energy that
may be present in a place, an object or a person. And that is why many First Nations
activities start with a smudge

 

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Smudging has long been recognized as an effective way of removing negative energy and evil spirits, but does this spiritual practice have more to offer? New data reveals a reason that everyone, regardless of their spiritual beliefs, should give this ancient cleansing technique a try. In their research, the team revealed that a 1-hour treatment of the medicinal smoke, created by burning both wood and a ‘mixture of odoriferous and medicinal herbs’ was effective in removing over 94% of the airborne bacterial populations in the space.

~Awareness Act

IGNITE:STANDING AROUND FIRE

SEVERAL YEARS AGO, I was invited to Igniting the Fire, a First Nations event in Manitoba which brought together, people from several different countries and cultures.

It was a magical and beautiful experience that I’ll never forget ….and there are so many things I could say about those 3 life changing days

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First Nations Elder offering sage and cedar smudge before a ceremony begins

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

but what remains with me still, is the scent of burning sage and cedar, first nation drummers-fire

 

the sound of the drums, mystery drummers

the power of the ceremonies

and theblue tipi feeling

 

 

of Returning

 

 

to another time…

 

and a Memory..

 

 

 

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of the way I once lived…..in another place…far in the distant past

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I went home after that–to the Texas Hill Country and with my son, made 3 First Nations documentary films and then I moved to a tiny community in the mountains of northeastern New Mexico.

And again the sage brush

scent of sage….. and cedar, piñon and pine

A few weeks ago, while in a Taos gallery, I noticed Sage Smudge Sicks with rose petals wrapped around them, for sale. When I got back to my place, I saw there was nearly everything I needed for smudge sticks….growing on the land I live on: grandmother sage

‘Grandmother Sage’, wildflower meadowvarious healing herbs and flowers roses:fenceand lots of roses.

The New Mexico Sage/sagebrush and the piñon pine grow nearby.

I decided to give it a try and strangely enough [or maybe not[, the process was very familiar to me. I carefully picked the sage, herbs and flowers I needed, ordered some hemp string and began weaving everything together.2 sage s with shells

And I liked them so much and got so many compliments that I decided to sell them.

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A Lakota friend named them GRANDMOTHER SAGE.

They are each one of a kind–I never make the same one twice and smudge:table:hollyhocks

they depend on what flowers and herbs I have available. They are approximately 13 inches long, hemp cord

wrapped with dyed hemp string and include handa tiny healing hand charm.

I see them being used not only in the traditional way:

“The burning of herbs or incense is a practice held sacred by many indigenous cultures. It is a ritual for cleansing, purifying and protecting the physical and spiritual bodies. The effect of the smoke is to banish negative energies.

Many differing cultures and peoples have their own methods and herbal mixtures for this purpose. Smudging, done correctly, can bring physical, spiritual and emotional balance.”

But maybe even more so as a gift for someone who has experienced a loss or is going through a difficult time. I once watched a very powerful First Nations grief ceremony for a man whose son had recently died. Sage was used along with drumming and singing.

And I gave one of the smudge sticks to a friend whose father had just died. This is what she wrote to me: “Your smudge stick is on the altar for my Dad. It looks SO beautiful.
Once it dries out, I will light it & say prayers.”

So there are many ways to use them…here’s another I read about recently:

Smudging has long been recognized as an effective way of removing negative energy and evil spirits, but does this spiritual practice have more to offer? New data reveals a reason that everyone, regardless of their spiritual beliefs, should give this ancient cleansing technique a try. In their research, the team revealed that a 1-hour treatment of the medicinal smoke, created by burning both wood and a ‘mixture of odoriferous and medicinal herbs’ was effective in removing over 94% of the airborne bacterial populations in the space.

~Awareness Act

I’m selling these smudge sticks to help support shiloh with roadiejody pet sakina 2 copyT HALO 2maggie:los gatoskittens:bob marleyphantom starepuck-leg-upredmanour large rescued animal family who make life so much more meaningful!

If you need more information before ordering, please email me at: fonehome@indian-creek.net

Grandmother Sage Smudge Sticks

Smudge Sticks made with New Mexico sage, healing herbs and flowers…..woven together with dyed hemp for ceremony, removing negative energy, perfect for altars or as a gift for a bereaved person $17.00 includes free shipping US only

$17.00

             THANK YOU AND MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU

 

FOOD FROM THE GREENHOUSE, FLOWERS FROM THE MEADOW [I hate being poor..it’s awesome]

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Fried Green Tomatoes

red beans and rice

Red Beans & Rice with tomatoes and basil

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Sage Smudge Sticks with flowers

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Sage Smudge Sticks

You say you trust but really when it came down, you didn’t really have to trust because you had a little stash saved up in the corner that you think God doesn’t see. But then somehow that gets burnt up altogether and then you do have to trust and then you’re taken through the valley of mistrust to the open plains of trust…..”
~Mooji from The Adventure in Being

“You know what?
You are not poor. You have never been poor.
You have a lovely home, a roof over your head, a great family, Nature surrounds you & welcomes you.
You have far more riches than anyone can count.
You are blessed.
Yes, we ALL have bumps in the road.
But, look at how you have pulled thru all of them.
None of us can ever do ANYTHING alone. Ever.
It DOES take a village.
We all help each other in it’s myriad of forms.

I will always share with you”

~from a wolf rescue friend

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I STARTED A POST the other day that I was going to call I hate being poor…it’s awesome but it wasn’t really going anywhere..the words I was writing were words I had written too many times before…..so I quit.

I had taken the title from something I heard Kanye West say in an interview. He was talking about being bipolar and he said ” I hate being bipolar..it’s awesome”bipolar

I don’t know exactly what he meant but I understand

that you can hate something and it can be awesome at the same time just like the worst things in life can turn out to be the best.

In that post that I didn’t write, I was talking about how two and a half years ago, I became very poor almost over night [due to a ‘friend’s’ betrayal ] and I was reflecting on how, after the long period of bitterness and anger passed, I began to see all the good things that never would have happened if life had continued on in the old way.

And there have been so many good things: really wonderful new friends appeared, old friends became much closer and friends both old and new, came to help, to really help without judging me or trying to make me feel ashamed. The loss of money brought Humility because for several years I had been able to buy whatever I wanted and suddenly I couldn’t buy anything..suddenly even buying dish soap was a big deal.

I HATE BEING POOR

So the ‘hate being poor’ part is living on $600 a month for 4 years [I have 1 year and 10 months left ] as I try to pay back the huge debt left from the betrayal; sometimes having very little food; stressing out and feeling ashamed about being behind in payments I owe; threatening phone calls; having someone drive up and serve me with papers-lawsuits from credit card companies etc. … and I do at times get really, really discouraged.

IT’S AWESOME

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The ‘awesome’ part besides all the great friends who are a part of my life, has been in becoming far more creative as I began experimenting with painting furniture, doors, walls that shimmer…copper_shimmer

and muralsentertain w: wine bottles

And in this time too..

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I’ve learned a lot about animal rescue

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and the people who rescue…

In the past, when my wolfdog, Shiloh lost his companion and went nearly crazy with loneliness, I would have bought another puppy but I had no money for a puppy so I turned to Wolfdog Rescue and that opened up a whole new, wonderful world for me.

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Stephanie Kaylan, Founder/Director Wanagi Wolf Sanctuary

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Susan Weidel, Rescue Coordinator W.O.L.F. Sanctuary

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Don Russell & Karen Yeager Wolfdog Transport

These people not only helped me…apollo:shi snow feb 18rescue 2 wolfdog companions for Shiloh but they have made dog food:stephanie

donations of dog-food and many, many contributions of money.

And they have become some of my closest friends.

I’ve started appreciating the smaller things… beautiful woodstove:ht

like a blazing fire in the wood stove on a Winter night.

And I’ve learned to live more in the moment, to be more positive, happy and thankful…and strangely enough to worry less [at least some of the time].

I’ve learned what money can do and what it can’t. It certainly makes life easier in many ways but it can’t ever make you happy. I really understand that now. Sometimes I think what if suddenly I had plenty of money…would that make me happy and I realize no…it would bring  a lot of relief but the issues that I have to deal with would still be there, still have to be dealt with.

marijuana branchDuring this time too, I learned a lot more about alternative medicine and methods of healing. I haven’t taken any prescription drugs for over 30 years but I was taking Advil PM for sleep….until I got my medical cannabis card. I bought CBD oil and was able to sleep soundly even with all the stress..for the first time in my life. A lot of pain I was having-in my legs and feet as well as seriously painful sciatica, went away almost immediately. jody's huge plant

Cannabis really is THE SACRED PLANT.

I live much more on faith now…I do the best I can , what I feel is right and then I try to let everything else go. This quote which I posted above is pretty much how I live.

“You say you trust but really when it came down to it you had a little stash in the corner..saved up in the corner that you think God doesn’t see but then somehow that gets burnt up altogether and then you do have to trust and then you’re taken through the valley of mistrust to the open plains of trust…..”
~Mooji from The Adventure of Being

FOOD FROM THE GREENHOUSE

However the reason I wanted to write this post today is because of something that happened about a week ago:.

We had no food, nothing in the cabinets and the refrigerator was empty too. Our first priority is our animal family and thanks to donations, we are always able to keep the them well fed but there are times when we have very little.

So I felt sad — it was one of those times when I felt totally defeated. * There’s a public service announcement that I hear often..it’s about a hunger and people who are working hard, trying to keep up but they still don’t have enough money to buy food. How completely ridiculous I used to think [when I had plenty of money to buy food and felt superior] but I understand now…you think it can’t happen to you…But it can and it does and it may.

Anyway then I remembered that there was a little rice and a package of red beans and there were a few tomatoes in the greenhouse too..mostly green but a few ripe ones and a large basil plant.

So Jody [ the Brown Piglet in this blog] made…fried green tomatoesfried green tomatoes for lunch and red beans and rice with tomatoes and basil for dinner….. And I thought red beans and ricethese were some of the best meals I had ever had. Simplicity and appreciation make a meal delicious.

HERBS AND FLOWERS FROM THE MEADOW

For so many things these past few years, I have turned back to nature, to the land and it has provided freely and generously and I have thought: this is all I need..it’s all right here…it always was.

I have a little meadow and growing in it are lots of herbs and flowers that have been used for healing by the Hispanic and Native People of northern New Mexico for centuries.  A few weeks ago, I saw some sage smudge sticks with rose petals and I thought since I have sage and herbs and roses, I would try to make some myself. Everything I needed is available right here except for the hemp string and the tiny silver charm I used.

*I’m planning to sell these smudge sticks to help support our animal family.  I’ll write another post with ordering information when they’re ready.

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Below are 3 slideshows, I made recently about the animals we have rescued [we also have 2 horses and several chickens].

And also a video clip from the Jamaican spiritual teacher, Mooji called The Adventure in Being. It has been and continues to be, my connection to the spiritual, to the Creator, to the Higher that brings me through the very difficult times.

If you can, want to or are in a position to help us in supporting our animal family or just to help, go to my gofundme page. I have not updated this page lately but have used it as a place for contributions for a couple of years now and it has helped enormously!!! Anything and Everything is appreciated.

Thank you and May the Force be with You.

THE TRUTH TELLERS & THE DEADLY DOOR KNOBS

basket of wands*Before I begin writing this post, I want to mention that I’m making sage/rosemary/cedar ‘wands’ combined with wildflowers, rose, hibiscus etc. I will be selling them to help support our animal family, mostly rescues–4 dogs,4 cats and 2 horses.

If you would like to order a wand, please email me at fonehome@indian-creek.net

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THE TRUTH TELLERS AND THE DOOR KNOBS

“First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a socialist.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”

~German Lutheran pastor Martin Niemoller’s observation of his time under the Nazis

And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

~John 8:32

I don’t know if anyone will even see this post–I wasn’t planning to write anymore and haven’t since April 2nd but I got this recent message from WordPress which is just one more reason to write this now.

From WordPress
“Starting August 1, 2018, third-party tools can no longer share posts automatically to Facebook Profiles. This includes Publicize, the WordPress.​com tool that connects your site to major social media platforms (like Twitter, LinkedIn, and Facebook).”

A LOT OF THINGS ARE HAPPENING and there are many people who know they’re happening and then probably the majority of people don’t. Maybe in many cases they don’t want to know, they feel they’re already too stressed out or maybe they don’t know where to look. But there are so many people who are literally putting their lives on the line to bring out the truth, people who are willing to die in order to do so and many who have died already. And so like it or not, the truth  is coming out: about vaccines, about traditional medicine and BIG PHARMA, about the international pedophile ring and the Satanic [now focusing on Hollywood] and about the government.

And the ultimate and end result, after people recover from the shock will be a lot of healing and FREEDOM because the truth really does set us free.

I felt like I needed, had to to write this because over the past months I’ve been reading and watching things that I KNOW TO BE TRUE yet for those who watch and believe what they see and hear on the mainstream media, they are hidden and they are being hidden purposely.

THE SCARF AND THE DOOR KNOB LIES

For example there are the many people who have ‘suicided’…quite a few lately and many of them we are told hang themselves with a scarf from a doorknob.

Really? What sort of door knobs are these?

*According to the International Building Code, door knobs should be between 34″ – 48″ above the finished floor.

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The other day I was sitting here in my small study and I looked at the doorknob, door knob 2actually I looked at several doorknobs in my house and I tried to imagine myself hanging from one with a scarf.

And I laughed as I imagined myself kneeling on the floor with a scarf around my neck. Yet like so many, I had believed these stories from the lying, mainstream media.

The other day also, I saw that there is now evidence that Robin Williams who suicided [or more truthfully was suicided] was actually murdered. So much for the door knob theory.

And no I’m absolutely not weird or far-out or crazy but I cannot stand to watch what’s happening and listen to one lie after another and not say something.

So what I’m going to do is post some videos below which hopefully you can watch before they get taken down. Because Youtube is censoring heavily now. But I did want to say something first about this video clip I watched yesterday–an interview with Kanye West.

I have never had any interest whatsoever in Kanye West…I know he’s a rapper, I know he’s married to Kim Kardashian and that’s all I know.

And I kind of thought he was a little crazy and then I watched this interview.

I was especially inspired by what he said about following a dream even when others discounted his dreams [I’ve experienced this many times], about choosing LOVE over hate and about speaking honestly about mental illness. I don’t care whether he likes or loves Trump…so what. Are we still free to have our likes and dislikes without interference? Actually no, we aren’t.

So I was able to see very immediately what the mainstream media does when someone tells the truth and crosses their line, their agenda of lies. They-the media set out to destroy and discount however they can and in the case of Kanye’s interview, several mainstream stories appeared talking about how he was shut down by Jimmy Kimmel [he never was] and what he said about his daughters…he said something like his view of women hasn’t changed by having daughters and apparently that’s politically incorrect.  PATHETIC!

The media missed the whole point of the interview which was extremely positive and hopeful and which could be helpful to so many people.

These video clips below are real, true and authentic. They come from courageous people who in most cases are willing to die in order to bring out the truth so others may live. Maybe it takes some courage to watch them… I don’t know. For me, I know from personal experience what damage living with lies brings because I grew up in a family that almost always hid the truth, where pretending was expected and so I saw and experienced the results which were devastating and far reaching…the simple truth would have healed most of the damage done.

ON THE TRUTH ABOUT VACCINES

Interview with Dr. Suzanne Humphries over vaccine troll “mass shooting” murder threat from NaturalNews on Vimeo.

ON ‘SUICIDING’

ON HOLLYWOOD PEDOPHILIA AND THE SATANIC

WATCH THIS SURVIVOR OF SATANIC RITUAL ABUSE SPEAK AND THEN WATCH HOW QUICKLY THE MEDIA REACTS..WITH A STORY IN NEWSWEEK???!!!..YES NEWSWEEK ATTEMPTING TO DISCOUNT HIS STORY…AND WHY..’ELEMENTARY MY DEAR WATSON’

https://www.newsweek.com/voodoo-doughnut-latest-far-right-conspiracy-theory-targets-portland-shop-1067788

And one story about the really incredible healing powers of medical cannabis vs opioid prescription drugs pushed by BIG PHARMA FOR $$$$$ EVEN THOUGH THEY KNOW THEY ARE KILLING HUGE NUMBERS OF PEOPLE. WHY DO THEY WORK SO HARD TO DEMONIZE MARIJUANA? ‘ELEMENTARY MY DEAR WATSON’..$$$$$ DO YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE THEY WANT PEOPLE TO BE WELL? TO BE ABLE TO HEAL THEMSELVES? THERE ISN’T ANY MONEY IN THAT.

GOODBYE FOR NOW

Your heart is the light of this world. Don’t cover it with your mind.

~Mooji

I thought I would continue to write these blog posts indefinitely…..combining them with the photos I take and video clips I find. I have liked writing them–they have helped me put some things in perspective but now it seems I have nothing more to say.

I cannot be part of this world which is dying and so I have turned away from it in many ways: from Facebook, from the internet and email for the most part, from many people except for a few friends and family. For the past 2 years I haven’t had a cell phone and I haven’t missed it at all.

yoda:tComfort comes for me in this place where I live surrounded by nature–animals, plants…untouched and quiet. I understand that change does not come from without, only from within and that’s where I’m putting all my energy.

Recently I have been listening to the Jamaican spiritual teacher, Mooji. I begin and end each day listening and this has helped me a lot…..to refocus again and again, over and over.

Maybe a time will come when I feel like going back to writing though it doesn’t seem so in this moment.

In the meantime, an interview with Mooji on Global Change.

May the Force be with You

IS THAT SO/Seeing the World through the Eyes of a Pit Bull

Is That So?

The Zen master Hakuin was praised by his neighbors as one living a pure life.

A beautiful Japanese girl whose parents owned a food store lived near him. Suddenly, without any warning, her parents discovered she was with child.

This made her parents very angry. She would not confess who the man was, but after much harassment at last named Hakuin.

In great anger the parents went to the master. “Is that so?” was all he would say.

When the child was born, the parents brought it to the Hakuin, who now was viewed as a pariah by the whole village. They demanded that he take care of the child since it was his responsibility. “Is that so?” Hakuin said calmly as he accepted the child.

A year later the girl-mother could stand it no longer. She told her parents the truth – that the real father of the child was a young man who worked in the fishmarket.

The mother and father of the girl at once went to Hakuin to ask his forgiveness, to apologize at length, and to get the child back again.

Hakuin was willing. In yielding the child, all he said was: “Is that so?”

A FEW DAYS AGO, Jody [the Brown Piglet in this blog] came walking into the kitchen, nuevo 1holding a small puppy.

 

“Who does he belong to?” I asked “Me” he said.

 

I felt overwhelmed with anger, sadness and despair..all at once.

We are barely feeding the animals we have..thankfully the horses are in a good pasture with fresh water and thanks to my wolf rescue friends, the wolfdogs have a very plentiful supply of food–a freezer full of meats and several bags of dry dog food.

But no way..no more animals and a puppy that requires so much care…NO!

A little later Jody told me that actually his mom was taking the puppy back with her to Colorado but we would need to keep him for a week.

nuevo 2I picked the puppy up then–he’s a 6 week old Pit Bull and I looked into his blue green eyes and I felt so indescribably sad for the animals so loving, so innocent and kind… who have to depend on humans for everything, humans who cannot be depended on, who don’t even know such kindness and humans who are often SO CRUEL

Looking at this little boy, wagging his tiny sticklike tail, I felt like crying. In fact I did cry.

I wrote a friend who has rescued many dogs and I told her that I have always been afraid of Pit Bulls and this is what she wrote back:

I have never met a pittie that was mean.
People MAKE them mean.
They are known “as baby sitters”
In 1880-1900, they were called babysitters because they would lay down & die for a child.
All animals are kind.
It’s the humans that screw it all up. :>(

I guess I will be baby sitting this little boy for a week before he goes to Colorado. I didn’t sign up for it but this morning feeling so exhausted and worn out with just trying to keep things going here, I remembered the Zen Tale above.

And so I rocked him and every so often, he would turn around and look directly into my eyes with an expression that seemed a little sad and resigned and wise all at once.  Then we went for a walk in the woods and I watched him watching, smelling, listening to and noticing everything–the wind blowing through the pines, a fly in the window, a pine cone rolling across the ground and I kind of remembered being like that when I was very small and everything was magical.

NUEVO3Now he’s sleeping next to me in his little basket…so innocent, fragile and dependent and I hope he will find love in his new home.

As for me, I will miss him and I will never think of Pit Bulls in the same way.

Below is a trailer for an award winning documentary called THE CHAMPIONS, the story of the Pit Bulls who were rescued from Michael Vick’s dog-fighting compound. My friend Susan Weidel, who helped me rescue 2 wolfdogs, tells her story of rescuing Little Red at the very beginning.

*If you would like to contribute to the continuation of this blog, you can do so here.

Because I am no longer able to do the work I did for so many years, this is my way of contributing, of maybe bringing some light to this dark world and so I really appreciate help of any kind…however small…

Thank you and May the Force be with You

THE DIRTY LIFE/ON THE LAND….Return to REALITY

eli:tilly“…. And maybe you realize that …. in your distant past, back in the realm of TiVo and cubicles, of take-out food and central heat and air, in that country where discomfort has nearly disappeared, that you were deprived.

Deprived of the pleasure of desire, of effort and difficulty and meaningful accomplishment.”
― Kristin Kimball, The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love

 

THESE PAST COUPLE MONTHS, I’ve been reading a lot and all of the books I’ve been reading have had a common theme: facing some sort of enormous challenge, having the strength and courage to move through it and emerging with greater strength and clarity, a new person in a way

I read 4 of Catherine Ryan Hyde’s books [she wrote Pay it Forward] and they all had this same common theme. Her books are fiction however and sometimes, at least for me, a little far fetched though still inspiring and helpful.

thedirtylife_coverLast week I started rereading a book I had read several years ago and didn’t finish, The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love by Kristin Kimball. This time I read the book very carefully, not wanting to miss a word….I felt so much in common with the story. Though I don’t have a working farm and never planned to, I do live off the grid on 31 acres with horses, chickens, rescued wolf dogs, several cats. and a greenhouse. And I have encountered many of of the same experiences mentioned in this book.

These are very challenging times for everyone living on this Earth. As I was writing this, the Austin, Texas bomber was caught and killed, the day before there was another school shooting and I read a story about a young teenager who shot and killed his sister over a video game..that’s the news..everyday….all the time. I cannot imagine what it’s like for the young people who have to grow up in these times.

A few days before I had written a story/blogpost that I titled Is this Completely  Insane??    I had heard a PSA on the radio which featured a father talking to his son about the dangers of underage drinking. Immediately following the PSA, the song, Getting Drunk on a Plane was played. Combing a PSA about the dangers of alcohol with a song promoting getting drunk as a solution to everything… seemed absolutely insane.

I went on to say that [in my opinion], the violence, insanity and ugliness of this world will not be solved by taking away the guns and making more laws. As long as violence is promoted, worshiped and adored on TV, in the movies and in the news, there will be ever increasing violence.

ON THE LAND

The solution lies elsewhere I believe: In a connection to the Higher, to the Creator as the Native People say, in disconnecting from the fear based ‘news’ and focusing on acts of Kindness which make the World a better place, in expressing Creativity, through Art and Music.

And in Returning to the Land.

What we should be doing as educators, as teachers as parents…is to ensure that our children have more opportunity to be very much on the land…more land based experience …i would even suggest that the majority of the education of the child be felt on the land …. The land will speak to the child.

~Anishnabe Elder, Dave Courchene

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EIGHT AND A HALF YEARS AGO, I bought property in northeastern New Mexico.

los hueros rdIt was off the grid and I really had no idea of what that meant but when I saw photos of the place on the internet, I knew it was the right place

..I had been looking for quite sometime.

church:san juan bautistaNot only would I be off the grid, I was moving into a kind of old world Hispanic community which I also knew nothing about.

I don’t speak Spanish and though I lived ‘on the land’ in the Texas Hill Country for many years, I had always, throughout my entire life, lived with or around anglos, the white race.

But I didn’t think about these things….. I just wanted to get out of Texas. It didn’t occur to me that I might need help and that I knew absolutely no one in the area. Even though, in my trips to look for property, I had driven through this very area several times and thought to myself “You can’t live out here..it’s just big ranches and no people.”

Somehow however, the place and the land were calling to me.Norte_mountains

I moved in late August and in spite of my ignorance, things worked out fairly well though it was somewhat scary that first year….snowed:moon jan 26

I had not seen snow since I was a child and

corgissnowthere was a whole lot of snow

 

 

 

 

 

my road in snow

My Road in Winter

that first winter after I moved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HELP ARRIVES IN THE FORM OF THE BROWN PIGLET

early morning brand“I was forced to confront my own prejudice. I had come to the farm with the unarticulated belief that concrete things were for dumb people and abstract things were for smart people. I thought the physical world – the trades – was the place you ended up if you weren’t bright or ambitious enough to handle a white-collar job. Did I really think that a person with a genius for fixing engines, or for building, or for husbanding cows was less brilliant than a person who writes ad copy or interprets the law? Apparently I did, though it amazes me now.”
― Kristin Kimball, The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love

 

The 2nd year, Jody Armijo [ the Brown Piglet in this blog] came into my life. He had been born and raised in the community and he had been taught by his grandparents how to live off the land…. And by the time he appeared jody wings:woodI had realized that I REALLY NEEDED HELP.

JODY [THE BROWN PIGLET]

Jody had left the community when he was in high school, had moved to Colorado JODY-close-pastand gotten into trouble selling drugs.

He had spent quite a bit of time in prison and jail, moved back to the area and after getting stabbed-almost fatally, he moved back to the community, advised by MACLOVIA-LOVE-JESUShis grandmother who had raised him.

jody:redman:tipiComing back home, to the land has been a great healing for him. He has been able to return in a way, to when he was young, remembering the old traditions and a way of life that his grandparents taught him.

And he has been a tremendous learning experience for me. I had never known anyone who had been to prison, never known anyone who even got into fights.

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This is kind of a joke..emphasizing cultural differences

From vastly different cultures, walks of life, economic and educational backgrounds, it’s a huge challenge but I guess it depends on whether you believe in past lives…whether you believe that people are brought together in mysterious ways, maybe because of a promise they made in the long distant past… to come back and help each other.

TILLY/ THE ANIMALS/ OUR FAMILY

“Silver died in the winter…..I sat close to him and stroked his velvet nose and tried to convey my gratitude to him for everything he’d taught me, for laboring so hard and so willingly and for all the times his presence had comforted me….Dr. Dodd arrived….there was absolutely nothing she could do for him. He stretched his neck out then and laid his head on the snow. If we needed a sign, that would have been it. Mark walked back to the house, got the gun and through the haze of his own tears, laid the muzzle against Silver’s broad forehead and put him down.”

The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love by Kristin Kimball

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I’ve experienced a lot of deaths in my lifetime-deaths of both family and pets and because many of the losses happened early in my life, I don’t get so attached to people or animals as might be expected.

I learned very early-the year my mother died when I was 9- how fragile and impermanent this life is.

Since I’ve been here in New Mexico, all four dogs that I brought from Texas–one wolfdog, a very ancient German Shepherd and 2 corgis have died of old age and one very old horse we rescued died too.

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And then there was TILLY.

 

 

Tilly was our milk cow for 2 and 1/2 years and for 2 and 1/2 years, she gave us milk:stilllifeseveral gallons of milk each day. But she gave us much more than milk. She brought to us a teaching, an understanding that’s difficult to put into words.

She had one calf, JODY:SENOR SUNGLASSESSenor El Torro Armijo, while we had her and she was due to have another in just a few months.

She died completely unexpectedly..she wasn’t old, she wasn’t sick but one morning she laid down and she never got up.

I wrote her story the day after she died and put into words as best I could all that she meant to us. Even now years later, it’s hard for me to write about her but there is one thing that I’ll never forget, that I want to mention:

When Tilly came to live with us, her former owners told us that whoever milked her would become like her calf. And it was Jody who milked her every day–early in the morning and late in the afternoon but not very long after we got her, Jody had a serious accident- thrown from a horse, breaking several ribs, needing a lot of stitches, he ended up in ICU for a few days.

A friend came to help milk Tilly and when we put Tilly in her stall, I saw a big tear roll down her furry cheek….grief for her missing ‘calf’. How could anyone believe that animals don’t have a soul, that they don’t feel things like humans..Maybe they do even more so…that’s what I think.

TILLY GATE WAITINGCompassion, humility, kindness and unconditional love..that was the essence of Tilly, that was what she taught us and I’ll miss her forever.

THE GOLD IS IN THE BEANS, THE FIREWOOD AND THE COMPOSTED COW MANURE

“And this is the place where I’m supposed to tell you what I’ve learned. Here’s the best I can do: a bowl of beans, rest for tired bones. These things are reasonable roots for a life, not just a window dressing.They have comforted our species for all time and for happiness’ sake, they should not slip beneath our notice.

In times of upheaval, I read somewhere once, people go back to the land. As economies plunged around the world and wars droned on, on two fronts, we watched our summer volunteer staff grow and grow, filled by high school and college students eager to learn how to plant, to weed, to harness a horse, to put up a case of tomatoes……”

The Dirty Life: On Farming, Food, and Love by Kristin Kimball

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As I’ve lived this way, out here in this mountain community..far from ‘the madding crowd’ my life has become more and more simple and my interests and the things I think I need..have changed.

Once I traveled the world and now when I do go out it’s usually no further than Taos..just 65 miles away. me:weddingI remember shopping at Neiman Marcus and having a closet full of beautiful long dresses.

And now nearly everything I own-jeans and overalls, sweaters and sweat shirts..have holes in them.

Dry firewood for the winter, composted cow manure [one of the great gifts Tilly left us] for the greenhouse and a bowl of pinto beans–these are the things make me happiest now…or maybe thankful is the word.

When I think back about my life, my greatest memories have always been on the land-me and grandpain my grandfather’s garden when little me:bridgeI was very small and beach familyat my grandparents summer cottage on Lake Michigan–rescuing monarch butterflies that washed up on shore, playing capture the flag in the woods with my cousins, riding a beautiful white horse along the shoreline, beach parties in the dunes when I was in a teenager.

I did try to live that other life but it was never where I belonged.

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Below are 2 film clips–the trailer for our documentary, ON THE LAND_Together with the Earth and a clip from our First Nations documentary, Manitou Api~Where the Sun Rises

and a slideshow called, The Way We Live

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Because I am no longer able to do the work I did for so many years, this is my way of contributing, of maybe bringing some light to this dark world and so I really appreciate help of any kind…however small…

Thank you and May the Force be with You

Rather than ON THE LAND, IT’S IN THE SKY…messages/visions/experiences from beyond

“At the end of this journey, we will be embraced by an indescribably loving light.”

“If we are meant to return, we are permitted to see this light only briefly. If this is the end of our earthly journey, however, we will experience understanding without judgement as we stand in the light, and will come to understand that life on earth was nothing more than a school.”

“We will be shown our life from the first to last day and will re-experience every thought we had, every deed we did, and every word we spoke. In the light of unconditional love and non-judgement, we will come to understand the consequences resulting from those thoughts, words and deeds, and recognize how many opportunities we missed to grow.”

~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, MD

The past few days, I’ve been working on a blog I was calling The Dirty Life/On the Land..return to Reality…..  I was writing about thedirtylife_coverThe Dirty Life, this great book I just read on farming and I was also writing about our life here..living off the grid in northern New Mexico.

But the blog wasn’t exactly coming together and if something I write doesn’t come together easily, I usually don’t publish it. I just looked and I have 63 unpublished posts dating back over the past 2and 1/2 years

Then yesterday morning  I got an email from my friend, Irene in Virginia. She was at Virginia Festival of the Book in Charlottesville and she sent me this:

One of the offerings made me think of you, “Capturing Spirits: Mediums, Séances & Photography. Stefan Bechtel, Lawrence Staines (coauthors, Through a Glass Darkly), and Peter Manseau (The Apparitionists) share their ghostly tales of spirit photographers and the bold-faced names who followed them, such as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Mary Lincoln.

I recall the photo you captured of Jason and his dad where he looks like he has wingsangel picture reborn

Irene’s message reminded me of a lot of  so called ‘paranormal’ experiences I’ve had-some that I’ve never really talked about-and I decided to give up on ‘the Land’ blog for a while and look to the higher……which is always there but sometimes I forget.

When I was working with Elisabeth Kubler-Ross and doing her 5 day Life, Death and Transition workshops, I was much more in touch, in tune but back in the world, focused on survival, my priorities changed.

I think because the workshops were so intense, they opened up a space in me and afterwordsauras-11 I was able to see auras. It wasn’t any effort I made or anything I could make happen.

It just happened, especially when I was interviewing someone for a film or photo/oral history project.

I was in a whole different space in those workshops and afterwards, probably because the workshops were dealing with what really matters–life and death, how short our time is here and how we should spend it.

File_06 ekr wkshop singAfter my first workshop which was held at the Old Mission San Luis Rey in Oceanside California, I came back changed. I had experienced extreme peace and freedom from the ever present and overwhelming fear that I live with and I went through a period where I had no thoughts and no sense of time.

It was a peaceful place to be but I didn’t understand what was happening to me. I was seeing a fairly enlightened therapist at the time and he suggested if I wanted to return to my former ‘state of mind’, there were a few things I could do: I could drink a beer or visit my parents. I think I drank a few beers and I was back to how I was before.

TABLE TIPPING

Table-turning (also known as table-tapping, table-tipping or table-tilting) is a type of séance in which participants sit around a table, place their hands on it, and wait for rotations. The table was purportedly made to serve as a means of communicating

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 with the spirits; the alphabet would be slowly called over and the table would tilt at the appropriate letter, thus spelling out words and sentences.

~Wikipedia

The third Life Death and Transition workshop I went to with Elisabeth was in Kamloops BC. After the workshop, I was planning to visit a college friend in San Diego. and Elisabeth suggested that while I was there, I should visit a friend of hers.

Elisabeth’s friend appeared to be the quintessential grandmother living in the quintessential grandmother type house with little bowls of foiled wrapped chocolates on every table in her living room.

And she was a table tipper with people like Shirley MacLaine coming to see her.

My friend that I was visiting was very suspicious and nervous about the whole thing but she had recently lost a child and she decided to be included in the table tipping session.

heavy-pine-kitchen-farmhouse-table-sold-[2]-4208-p The grandmother along with about 5 other people, sat around a very large, very heavy kitchen table and when we placed our hands lightly on the table top, the table started to move. We were able to questions and the table tapped out messages and it didn’t seem weird or frightening to me at all… just a nice connection with another realm of existence.

After participating in several of Elisabeth’s workshops, I founded a non profit called AIDS Care and Assistance/Rites of Passage. Our mission was to provide care for terminally ill people, specifically people with AIDS and it was hard work- the beginning of the AIDS epidemic in Austin, Texas and all the patients we provided care for were dying.

The Hoot Owl/I’ll Fly Away

I remember a man named Ned who was in the very last stages of AIDS and how he excitedly told me that his father was coming to visit in 2 weeks. I knew that his father had died years before but I didn’t try to correct him and in exactly 2 weeks he died…his father had come.

Working with parents of children who died, I heard many beautiful stories.

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Cory drew the bridge to Summerland…a beautiful rainbow. The faceted crystal reflects the colors of the rainbow bridge. There’s a butterfly (to left of rainbow) to represent the “transition of the soul, essence or spirit (Cory’s words) from the earth body to the sparks of light bodies seen on the other side”

Some of the most powerful of these are included in our documentary, Turning Toward the Morning.

One family we were very closely involved with was the Briggs family- Jim, Gerri and Jason. Jason died of AIDS at age 2 [see The Angel Picture above] and his father Jim died 2 years later.

Jim’s mother, Mimi had done a lot of research on near death and after death experiences and the week before Jim died, she had a talk with him. She asked him to send her some sort of sign so she would know he was alright. Humoring her, he told her he would appear as a hawk. “Oh Jim” Mimi said ” I can’t tell a hawk from a buzzard.” “OK” he said “I’ll come as an owl.” [I kept in very close touch with this family but I did not hear this story until weeks after Jim had died.]

In those days, I lived far out in the Texas Hill Country and it was one night very late, only a few days since Jim had died when I woke up with a jolt, hearing an unusual sound I had never heard before. A large pen for my 3 dogs, surrounded my trailer and when I went out to check on the dogs,hoot owlthere was a huge owl perched on the fence…and it seemed to be laughing.

File_01 jim and jasonOne of the most memorable things about Jim Briggs was his laugh. He had a great sense of humor even in the most difficult times and he always seemed to be laughing. And though I hadn’t known then that Jim had promised to appear as an owl, I KNEW it was a sign from him..he was still around, still laughing….always would be.

When I next talked to Jim’s mom, she told me that he had promised to come as an owl and she and other members of the family had seen the owl also, even in the town where they lived.

There are many, many more stories..and anyone who works with the dying-personally or professionally will hear them. I have head them from people of all ages, walks of life, cultures, believers and non believers, even from my stepmother who was a former Texas debutante and a lover of bridge, shopping, parties and vodka martinis…Hip Grandmanever interested at all in the spiritual side of life.

On a Friday, the day before she died, I talked to her on the phone. She had a form of lung cancer but she was doing really well and expected to live for several months. A big party had been planned for her the following week.

When I called her she said “I love you, I miss you, when are you coming to see me?” She was in Houston, I was in New Mexico so I said I’ll come Monday and she said “I won’t be here. I’m going to fly away.” And she died the next morning.

Fireflies and THE LIGHTS IN THE FRIDGE

firefliesAs I’m writing this, I’m remembering so many stories and experiences that I had forgotten…stories hospice patients told me, stories I heard at Elisabeth’s workshops, experiences from my own life like a time when I was taking care of my young grandson who was seriously ill with bacterial pneumonia. Feeling so afraid and inadequate, not knowing what to do, suddenly there was the unmistakable scent of my dad’s pipe and I knew everything would OK.dad-navy copy

My dad had died years before

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Philip David Pickard and grandfather James Philip David

…..Undeniable, Comforting…..Messages from another world

FIREFLIES

The years I lived in the Texas Hill Country were often very challenging and it was not an environment I felt comfortable in but there were 2  experiences I had during those times that helped restore my faith and gave me the strength to continue on.

As a child, I had pneumonia several times, leaving my lungs weakened and one summer in Texas I got a cold which got worse and worse to the point that I was having a lot of trouble breathing. It was a frightening feeling but even more frightening for me are doctors and hospitals. I didn’t always feel that way. but over the years……..

I was alone in my trailer, it was night and I could hardly breathe. I mixed up an Edgar Cayce remedy I had read about-I think it involved baking soda and something else made into some sort of tea. It tasted terrible but I drank it anyway and then I laid down on my bed …..and the room filled up with fireflies, hundreds of them it seemed. I tried to catch some and let them out so they wouldn’t die but it was impossible.

Even outside at night I had rarely seen fireflies-maybe two or three at most and I couldn’t imagine how so many of them could have gotten inside. But I knew they were bringing healing and in the morning there was no sign of them and I was almost well again.

Blue Balls in the Fridge

It was an extremely hot summer as the summers are in Texas, and I was living in an old trailer with no air conditioning and no money. MISERY!

I was sitting on a couch in my living room and I remembered that I hadn’t taken down the hummingbird feeders from out on the deck. if I didn’t take them down at night, the raccoons would hang by their feet from the roof, grab the feeders with their little hands and take them away.

So I gathered up the feeders and opened the door to the refrigerator where I kept them. The whole bottom section of the refrigerator was filed with beautiful blue balls. This is not possible..I’m seeing things. I shut the door and opened it again and they were still there-blue ballsblue ballsblue ballsblue ballsblue ballsblue ballsblue balls7 shining blue balls of light about the size of tennis balls.

This time I kept the door open and the balls floated out..slowly as if in a dance…like a ballet.

I sat back down on the couch and watched them..they floated into the living room and red-crescent-moontred-crescent-moonred-crescent-moonred-crescent-moonred-crescent-moonred-crescent-moonred-crescent-moon

turning into a bright orange color, they formed themselves into crescent moons, seven of them stacked one on top of each other, hovering over a plant across from me.

I hadn’t had anything to drink, no drugs, no heat stroke…I felt like I would if I were watching a play…like they were giving me a private little performance maybe to cheer me up and remind me that I was not alone.

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Elisabeth Kubler-Ross was very much in touch with her guides and she often quoted their poetic messages:

“Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”

And she  taught me how to be in touch with my spiritual guides/guardian angels and that has helped me so much with the fear and anxiety I live with. But bombarded by money problems, and the horrors of this world while exhausting myself just to keep going, I forgot what really matters. I just needed a reminder.

These 2 songs–one is a chant are also reminders….

GAYATRI MANTRA

Oh God! Thou art the Giver of Life,
Remover of pain and sorrow,
The Bestower of happiness,
Oh! Creator of the Universe,
May we receive thy supreme sin-destroying light,
May Thou guide our intellect in the right direction.

Kirtana – Who You Really Are

Could there be more
to this life we call “mine”
than a journey through space
or a story line? –
More to life than the body can sense
than the mind can conclude
from experience
Does who we are begin with breath,
depend on form or end with death? –
Strip away these roles, these names
and tell me what remains
And who you really are,
who you really are

We measure success
by the things we accrue
or the bonds that we form,
or the deeds we do
But these too shall pass,
as hard as we try
to hold on to form; form will die
But inherent in this dance of form
Is the chance to see what’s yet unborn
And the choice to throw this chance away
And be caught up in the play
of who we think we are,
who we think we are

This is your lifetime; it could end at anytime.
Where is your attention?
Where is your prayer?
Where is your song?

In a fortunate life,
comes a call to be free
From the cycle of bondage and misidentity,
to wake from the dream
and finally realize
the truth of one’s being
before the body dies
So before the final scene is past,
see the screen on which it’s cast.
See what’s seeing this me and you.
And then you will see who… t
who you really are, who you really are
Who you really are, who we really are

IS THIS COMPLETELY INSANE?????

Alcohol

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Yesterday driving back from Taos, I was listening to the radio……we only get Country and Spanish stations out here and I was listening to Country. On came an especially obnoxious PSA about under age drinking. Some geeky sounding father telling his stereotyped sounding son about the dangers of underage drinking.

I’m sure everyone has heard these PSAs where many times parents have to consult an ‘expert’ before they talk to their child.

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IMMEDIATELY following the offensive PSA, the country song, GETTING DRUNK ON A PLANE was played.

[Getting Drunk on a Plane was a number one hit. see video below]

Here are are some of the lyrics:

Buyin’ drinks for everybody
But the pilot, it’s a party
Got this 737 rocking like a G6
Stewardess is someone sexy
Leanin’ pourin’ Coke and whiskey
Told her about my condition
Got a little mile-high flight attention
It’s Mardi Gras up in the clouds
I’m up so high, I may never come down
I’ll try anything to drown out the pain
They all know why I’m getting drunk on a plane

On my way home I’ll bump this seat right up to first class
So I can drink that cheap champagne out of a real glass
And when we land I’ll call her up and tell her kiss my ass
‘Cause hey, I’m drunk on a plane

~Dierks Bently/Getting Drunk on a Plane

So the message?…it’s obvious..getting drunk is cool and it’s the way to solve your problems. And if you listen to Country music, that’s what a lot of it is about.

So why bother with the PSAs at all?

This particular song is especially offensive because it was not so long ago that a man got drunk on a Phoenix to Albuquerque flight, got in his truck, drove the wrong way on the interstate and killed a family of 5, heading home after a soccer game.

collins_gonzalez And years later, the relatives of this family have never really recovered. How could they?

No point in saying any more…it’s so obvious. And… this is not a righteous post about drinking.

Just tell it like it is.

You can’t lecture someone about the dangers of drinking and bombard them at the same time, with songs praising alcohol as a solution for Everything. You cannot expect the mass shootings to stop when nearly every movie and all the news now is about violence, about killing—you can take away all the guns, make more laws, arm the teachers, provide more security guards and as long as violence is promoted, worshiped and adored, there will be violence… ever increasing.

You cannot expect Honesty when the politicians and leaders of governments are all [almost all] Liars.

The solution lies elsewhere.

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Thank you and May the Force be with You

I hate to even put this up..it’s so repulsive and just plain Stupid…..but I’m trying to make a point:

THE LANGUAGE OF THE HEART [Sometimes it’s lonely]

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*Blizzard, a white buffalo we filmed for THE 8TH FIRE~One Earth, One Whole Circle Again

 “Once I was in Victoria, and I saw a very large house. They told me it was a bank and that the white men place their money there to be taken care of, and that by and by they got it back with interest. We are Indians and we have no such bank; but when we have plenty of money or blankets, we give them away to other chiefs and people, and by and by they return them with interest, and our hearts feel good. Our way of giving is our bank.”  – Chief Maquinna, Nootka

 

Today for the first time in I can’t remember when, I have nothing I have to do and I feel so lonely. And I’m not a lonely type of person….beach copy crop copyI like to be by myself. I remember when I was in kindergarten and my family lived in Hinsdale, Illinois, a commuter village for Chicago. I was playing happily by myself on the playground and my parents drove by and saw me and that night they told me that they felt ashamed and embarrassed because I wasn’t playing with the other children. I hadn’t realized there was anything wrong with playing alone.

So the loneliness I feel today is not that. ..it’s not Aloneness.

Yesterday I met with someone about the loss & grief mini workshops I’m offering. I’ve written about them here so I won’t go into detail except to say I love doing them and I once presented them at large national hospice conferences as well as for church groups, universities, bereavement groups etc…… in cities and towns all around the US.

The woman I met with was very kind and wanting to be helpful, she was asking how much money I needed for presenting the workshops. I explained I wasn’t doing the workshops because I wanted money. Sure it wold be nice to get a donation. I’ve been extremely poor these last couple of years and I believe there should always be some form of equal exchange but I’ve never done anything just for the sake of money….ever.

ekr_mikeI spent a lot of time with Elisabeth Kubler-Ross and she often talked about patients she  visited at the very end of their lives. They said things like ” Dr. Ross, I made a good living but I never really lived. I wanted to be an artist but my father wanted me to be a doctor so I became a doctor.”

And so I have always lived by this advice:

It is very important that you only do what you love to do. you may be poor, you may go hungry, you may lose your car, you may have to move into a shabby place to live, but you will totally live. And at the end of your days you will bless your life because you have done what you came here to do. Otherwise, you will live your life as a prostitute, you will do things only for a reason, to please other people, and you will never have lived. and you will not have a pleasant death.

~Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

 

The loneliness today is in not being understood, in not being able to connect, in feeling like an alien, the loneliness of looking into people’s eyes and seeing nothing there…hobbiton gate:phantomWhen I leave my place here and go into the world, it seems like there’s no one out there…..everyone in a huge hurry…..no time to listen, TVs blaring in the restaurants, people glued to their cell phones. That’s the loneliness.

Maybe I would feel this way anywhere but sometimes I wish I was back with the First Nations People in Canada. red shadow:turtle lodgeWe filmed 3 documentaries in Manitoba and andy-starblanket signin Saskatchewan and we were able to be SAGE-DRUMS copypart of the ceremonies and indian volleyballthe communities for a while.

These First Nations people may be poor, they usually are but there’s an understanding, a sense of belonging and sharing that I don’t see much of in the world today.

When I first moved to New Mexico, eight and a half years ago, I often met with an Hispanic Elder from this area. He talked to me about the people in the community I had moved into. He told me that they were the people of the Heart. “If you can’t speak the language of the Heart” he said “You will not be allowed to stay.”

I have heard this same teaching from Native American Elders:

“We are people of the heart. We sit in the direction of the East, of the Rising Sun and of the Beginning. This is where our great Creator had put us.

It takes a lot of courage to listen to your heart and to your Spirit as it’s telling you what to do even when your mind tells you something else..”

~Anishnabe Elder Dave Courchene

So this is the loneliness. The Language of the Heart has been forgotten. It has been replaced by the language of greed, of money, of arrogance, of materialism. In my experience, the language of the heart is not usually understood by very wealthy people, by politicians or bankers, or by celebrities.

Because the Language of the Heart has to do with Generosity, Sharing, Humor, Humility, Simplicity and Appreciation.

I think over again my small adventures, my fears, those small ones that seemed so big, for all the vital things I had to get and to reach.

And yet there is only one great thing, the only thing.

To live to see the great day that dawns and the light that fills the world.

Old Inuit Song

 

This film clip from Never Cry Wolf  is really what I’m trying to say put in visual form—HUMILITY, HUMOR, SIMPLICITY AND APPRECIATION–THE LANGUAGE OF THE HEART

 

*I used the photo above of Blizzard, a white buffalo perhaps symbolizing the return of the Language of the Heart:

“The arrival of the white buffalo is like the second coming of Christ,” says Floyd Hand Looks For Buffalo, an Oglala Medicine Man from Pine Ridge, South Dakota. “It will bring about purity of mind, body, and spirit and ;unify all nations—black, red, yellow, and white.” He sees the birth of a white calf as an omen because they happen in the most unexpected places and often among the poorest people in the nation. The birth of the sacred white buffalo provides those within the Native American community with a sense of hope and an indication that good times are to come.

Turning Life into Art…Sad into Happy… [in which Pooh falls in a hole and is rescued by Piglet] *A very short post

ART, undeniably, is conducive to HAPPINESS

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One night about a month ago, I went to talk to jody:chuckle:prison filmJody [the Brown Piglet in this blog] for a minute.hobbit privateWe have 2 small houses on this property…..I live in the smallest one andbeautiful-pink-livingroom Jody lives in the other. Both of us needing space, different habits-he likes to watch movies and I don’t, he likes noise, I need silence etc..so this is how we live.

So anyway, I walked over to the big house, talked to Jody for a minute and then stepped out on the deck to walk back to my little house. But it was dark and I couldn’t see and when I stepped onto the deck, I stepped on a rotten board and my left leg went all the way through and my right leg got twisted backwards.  Jody was right behind me and he pulled me out…railingwintermajicthe deck is pretty high off the ground so I don’t know how I would have gotten out otherwise.

I didn’t break anything but my legs were scraped up and they REALLY hurt. And I just felt sad. I felt like putting on my pajamas with the feet in them and going into hiding.  Using CBD oil–medical cannabis, I had just gotten rid of all of the extreme pain I had been having in my legs and now I was back where I started.

For a few days, Jody felt really bad –he knew that he should have replaced the rotten board before anything happened, and I felt a little sorry for myself. And then we both thought there was a funny. side to it.

me stage:taosFor years Jody has called me Pooh because that’s what my grandchildren call me and he became Piglet one day when he said: “If you’re Pooh, then I’m Piglet.” and I said “You’re kind of brown for a piglet.” And he said “I’m one of them brown piglets.” And so we became Pooh and the Brown Piglet.

When I was very little, my mother used to read Winnie the Pooh to me and pooh_rabbitthe story of Pooh getting trapped in Rabbit’s entrance because he had eaten too much honey, was one of my favorites….and that’s what my accident reminded me of.

Jody replaced the rotten board immediately but then I thought we needed to add something to it.

in which ..jody:sylvester

I thought we should add “In which Pooh falls in a hole and is rescued by Piglet”pooh falls 3pooh rescue 1

And we did and that’s how we turned something that was a little sad at first.. into something funny that we could laugh about and a better way of remembering….