Something from Nothing/Drop a Word of Kindness and What are We Being Prepared For?

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I was about to finish writing this Friday night when my internet suddenly went down. It was down all weekend until this morning when my son helped me [long distance] figure out what was wrong. But as I experienced being cut off from the internet for 2 days, I had the opportunity to see how I’m addicted to it and what things I missed not having access to it. And I thought about what would happen if it goes down nationally or globally which is part of the theme of this post: what are we being prepared for?

Anyway this is what I was writing before the internet went down:

A couple nights ago, early in the morning when once again, I couldn’t sleep, I went to check my email. A very kind and caring friend of mine, Kathy had sent an encouraging message and encouragement means so much to me these days..really it’s what gives me the strength to keep going..

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
just a flash and it is gone;
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples
circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort
on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn’t believe the volume
of the one kind word you gave.

~By James W. Foley~

When I wrote back to Kathy to thank her for her note, I told her about something which has been happening to me just recently: An appreciation for the smallest things, things I probably would have missed or paid little attention to, if all was going well in my life.

I told her that a few days ago, I was sitting in our living roombeautiful-pink-livingroom

at the rose table [painted a year ago by Jody Armijo] and wow-rose-table

Jody [sometimes known as the Brown Piglet] was weaving a tiny cross in a heart out of ordinary string that we had in a drawer. The late afternoon light was shining on him and I watched in amazement that something so beautiful could come out of almost nothing, just some old string….string

. string-cross

Part of my amazement too, was watching Jody who is by choice, somewhat rough and tough looking,jody-don't come here

make something so delicate and beautiful. He had learned to make crosses and bracelets and necklaces in prison jodys-pink-cross-3 which other inmates as well as the guards bought, giving him money to buy cigarettes and food.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness:
in a minute you forget;
But there’s gladness still a-swelling,
and there’s joy circling yet,
And you’ve rolled a wave of comfort
whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water
just by dropping one kind word.

~By James W. Foley~

The DIY ‘Wolf Food’ Freezer/Something from Nothing

I recently wrote about my experience with the wolfdog rescue people..their kindness and incredible generosity which restored some of my diminished faith and trust in humans.

For months, I had been looking for a companion for Shiloh, my year and a half old wolfdog as his companion had died of old age. Wolfdogs are family oriented, pack oriented animals and they should not be left alone, so for months I tried everything: rescue centers, shelters and even writing to a family member who had experience rescuing dogs. Not only did this person not offer any help, she sent me a the most condescending and degrading note I’ve ever gotten, telling me that I couldn’t afford to adopt a dog. Nothing was working out and I felt so sad and guilty every time I looked at Shiloh all alone in his pen.shiloh-tipi-snow copy

So I was feeling pretty low when I finally found the wolf rescue organizations.

Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute it is gone; 
But there’s half-a-hundred ripples   
circling on and on and on.     
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading       
from the center as they go,         
And there is no way to stop them,            
once you’ve started them to flow.              

Drop an unkind word, or careless:
in a minute you forget;
But there’s little waves a-flowing,
and there’s ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart
a mighty wave of tears you’ve stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy
ere you dropped that unkind word.

~By James W. Foley~

The post is here where I wrote about wolfdog rescue and all the really wonderful people who helpedkaren_wolf but I wanted to mention again Stephanie Kaylan from Wanagi Wolf Rescue and how she has provided us with freezers full of elk, deer, chicken, fish, ground meat not to mention huge bags of dog food, treats vitamins etc.

It was as if in being willing to rescue the 2 wolfdogs, Sakina and Apollo, food was provided not only for them but for Shilohwolfdog-3-prowl and for us as Stephanie contributed frozen chickens [organic], cheese, yogurt, apricots and much more.

When Stephanie offered to donate the food, we moved an old, faded white freezer into the living room/kitchen area but it needed some color in order to make it into into ‘the wolf food freezer’jody-paints-shilohfreezer

shiloh yello:oj:freezer.jpg

wolf-printsfreezerJody painted it turquoise [we already had the paint] and then he started adding wolf art to it. For a little while longer, it’s still a work in progress.

The Something from Nothing Community

We live in a  rural mountain community where the people have lived for hundreds of years making something out of nothing.ruth-panoramic-wagon

ruth-harvestThey may be considered poor by people from the cities but in fact they are rich because they have their land,mule-team-beanfield

their sheep and their cattleearly morning brand

And they know and have always known how to live off the land.

So lately I’ve been wondering what are we being prepared for? I don’t even have a cell phone anymore and much of what connected me to the outside world has been taken from me. I’ve had to let go of a lot but maybe it is meant to prepare me/us for what’s coming.

The world, the earth cannot continue on this way no matter what promises the politicians make and I think most people know in their hearts that a big change coming. There are a lot of warnings and the cities are like war zones, becoming impossible to live in. Just this morning, there was a shooting in Houston just blocks away from where my son and I once lived. It was in a ‘nice’ neighborhood and not a terrorist attack but just one more person who had lost his sanity [easy to do these days it seems].

So now, here, what we do have is most everything necessary to live: a year round greenhouse providing vegetableschard 2 and herbs, solar energy to provide electricity, chickens to provide eggs and wood to provide heat.shimmering woodstove with fire

For me, I keep hearing these words from Anishnabe Elder, Dave Courchene and I think that THIS is what we’re being prepared for:

“Prepare for the hard times that are coming. Don’t waste time in trying to fight a system that will not change. Rebuild yourself, your families and your nation, with your way of life the Creator has given you.
Stop thinking negatively and fill your mind with positive thoughts. Depend on the land again, for all that you will need to survive. Prepare for the times when people will come looking for help. Prepare to receive the land with your leadership as the true stewards of the land.”

~Elder Dave Courchene, Anishnabe Nation, Eagle Clan ~ from a presentation at Treaties 1-11 Gathering Brandon, Manitoba – August 30, 2016

Below I posted a trailer and Chapter 1 from our documentary, ON THE LAND~Together with the Earth