Hidden Treasure

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Did you know that I used to write fiction and it’s still posted here? Yep, I have a number of different stories, and series of fiction, and you can find them right here!

I loved writing about First Nations people, (Native Americans). Native American culture still sings to me, only not as strong as it used to. And I wrote in a historical sense, often pondering what it may have been like before the desolation.

I also enjoyed coming up with names for the characters, such as Cricket in the Meadow, Thunder Speaking, Two Wolves, and Sky.

Here is a sample from a series called, The Lost Son:

“Cricket in the Meadow prayed all night that night. She sensed the young man was in great danger, and she was unable to rest. She stepped outside several times to look at the night sky, and was amazed at how many stars she could see.

As she looked around the village, she saw other fires lit brightly within their lodges. Other people were awake too, moving around, no doubt praying as well. Among them was the lodge of Holds the Fire.

She had tears well up in her eyes then, so she closed them, and she prayed for healing…… for their family…..”

So how do you find this treasure? Go to the menu on my webpage (top right), and search using a few words, including the names listed above.

In the future I’ll share about my longest running fiction series, The Last People on Planet Earth, a sci-fi adventure, and love story.

    

Writing, Fiction © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Image  Apache Dancer from Indian Country Today Media Network

Wings Over the Lake

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In a vision, I stretched my wings out over the lake

as I accepted my calling and watched the wind

stir the surface of the water.

And there was a sun now pushing

the clouds again, so I could see

the words shape shifting

into a poem

of late autumn light.

   

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Our Own Wings Living in Our Hearts

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As our spring brings new life, and the poetry we so desperately needed

rises as a Phoenix, the words will surprise us, taking us,

farther than we ever could have imagined,

up and beyond, straight into the heart of God even. 

But only if we have eyes to see

our own wings

living 

in our hearts.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

Burglary

No this isn’t the title of a poem. Wait – I can try something here:

You broke into my heart, My Love, and took everything

leaving me nothing

except, pure gold.

I loved your burglary.

    

Actually this post is about our home being broken into. We were not home at the time, but the thieves did a smash and grab, through the back door, taking all of our computer equipment. The back door was mostly glass, and so glass was everywhere.

Thank God our dog was not hurt. She actually knew to stay out of the glass fragments, which seemed to be almost a powder. She was visibly shaken most of the night.

I’m actually proud of myself, for maneuvering and even posting, with a tablet. My photos are limited on this thing though. You may see alot of flowers for a few days!

We can see a lesson in this of not being too wrapped up in material possessions. We are thankful that we were not home at the time. The police tell us there is a gang of thieves hitting alot of homes in our area, and some attacks have come at night, when people are asleep in their beds!

We ask for your positive thoughts an prayers. It’s difficult to feel safe. I hardly slept last night.

Peace to you.

Writing © Copyright 2017, ancient skies