December 2021 – Rivers Renewed

Clouds in the Winter Sky

As clouds roll by in the winter sky

I wonder

I wander through the blue

searching through

so many fragments here seeking

our lost sense

our wholeness forgotten,

where will the new year

take us?

P.S. I’m back from a holiday break.

Peace Follows Me

As I walk a narrow path, peace often follows me,

even in my imperfections

I can still be grateful,

for the stillness

in my spirit.

Early Morning Snowfall

Counting our wounds seldom brings the deliverance,

yet the silence

and quiet

of an early morning snowfall

will go deep within us,

falling

in that sacred space

of healing.

Peace on Earth

Peace on Earth,

goodwill to towards all people,

all people.

Wishing you peace today.

Perhaps there have always been healers and seers among the People, but one in particular is still talked about today. All the People could see she was a very special child from the moment she was born. To this day her mother says that when she was born, Holds the Fire sang instead of cried.

No one understood the language, and some said it was an ancient one from when the People were first created from the Earth.

When she was 3, Holds the Fire ran to the injured Songbird, when she was attacked by a bear. At first, Holds the Fire was pushed away, but she snuck through the crowd and touched Songbird. Everything changed from that moment. Holds the Fire’s beautiful brown skin changed to red and then orange, glowing as if embers from a holy fire.

It was in her hands. Healing was in the hands of Holds the Fire. Songbird, who had been screaming in agony and fear, immediately calmed down. Healing washed over her as waves from the sacred lake. And Holds the Fire spoke in that ancient language again, the language no one could understand.

When she was older there was much work to be done. Rattlesnake bites, war wounds and emotional trauma took their toll. And no man was brave enough to ask her to marry. Maybe she didn’t want that type of life anyway.

To this day though…..all the People know….. she is their Mother.

Note: I’m bringing an early Christmas present today! This is brand new. Merry Christmas!

Singing to the Corn

In the days when wolves were still the Elders, and when there were not many horses yet living on the Plains, the People moved west, to grow their food and for sunlight sparkling in rivers that sang.

And Buffalo Bird Woman would sing to the corn, touching tenderly each stalk. Her gentle ways, her heart for the Earth produced an abundance of food, making the People very happy.

The Earth loved Buffalo Bird Woman, and some say she is the first human….. to ever grow pumpkins.

Note: Buffalo Bird Woman was a real person, and she really did sing to the corn, however the rest is fiction.

The Seeker

Prayer smoke ascended into the grey sky. He hadn’t expected the rain and it was difficult to keep the fire. Yet his plan worked of bundling dried leaves and twigs in plastic before he left.

As the sun set, the rain fell harder then suddenly stopped. Night songs began, including tree frogs and an owl. Was it worth it to come out here?

He had no choice really but to reinvent himself. So many fragmented pieces. He gathered up what he could and sought the wilderness.

Was it wrong to not care about his culture? Breaking off a piece of dried spinach, he realized it probably was. He refused to stand in line anymore though, walking into the abyss.

It was the dawn that brought deliverance. He peeled back his wet sleeping bag like layers of skin, knowing he would have a different name today.

The sun would bring a new life…..and the healing would begin.

As he stood on top of the mountain.

Note: This is about a First Nations man seeking a vision as part of his culture, and seeking healing for himself.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas everyone! This is such a beautiful time of year. At least for a little while we can freely talk of peace and love and being kind to one another.

Isn’t that amazing??

And I don’t think of this holiday as just one day. It’s a season. Ever heard of the “Twelve Days of Christmas”?

Many of you have a different faith than I do, so I wish you all Happy Holidays! Wherever you are around the world, may you have a blessed season of peace, time with family, rest, and provision for all of your needs.

I will be taking a holiday break this year. I know, I know what you’re thinking! I seldom do very well with taking breaks! I try, but I’m a writer so I write.

So as a compromise I will be sharing some older work, for about the next ten days or so. And I’ll share a couple new posts next weekend. I will check your sites on occasion. I love your work!

Thank you so much for reading!

Let’s hope that next year is a better one. Amen?

Peace.

In the Beauty of Winter

In the beauty of winter, peace descends

as a fresh blanket

covering

even bark and stone,

with a softer tone

filling us

with a sense

of quiet

in our hearts.

This is the Season

If there ever was a season……this is the one

to let go of our fear, embracing

the light, pursuing

peace, walking

in this messed up world,

caring enough

to make a difference.

This is the season.

Month: December 2021