Standing North Wind - Grandfather Kiwetenohk

The wind drives the snow into the Southwest from the Northeast. Grandfather whistles, I can hear him laugh. Sleep! Little ones, bears, raccoons, opposum, squirrel, wolf, coyote, cats. Sleep!
What freezes now will thaw in time. Six weeks until the seeds shake and Granmother in the East begins to wake us. Sleep! If you sleep deep then you will remember what you need to know.
If you stay awake through this winter's night, the secret of tomorrow will be lost. Sleep! Healing comes to those who Sleep!

Seven years since I have seen your face, Grandmother, Mother of my spirit.
I say your name three times and call your spirit back to me, but I know that the revolutions of the earth have taken you to the place where you cannot hear my earth voice. Like the rattle of dry leaves my own voice comes back to me - and reminds me that I must try to remember what you taught me. It is so easy to forget the wisdom and to fall upon the river of tears that bears this life to its end. Easier to stop on the banks and remember a way that you taught.

This is for my friend who will go far away. You will know us when we light our fire and sing your song. Tell me your song so you will know us when we sing it. Sing your song for me, my friend, so you can hear it in the mist when I call it back to you so that you do not get lost.
Love can fit inside the song and life can fit inside my drum. Sing for us now so that we know you in your song. All four directions know my song, all six directions make my song. We are the song and we are the singer.

Kiwetinohk

Kiwetinohk Enipawit (Standing North Wind) - you came visiting today. You remind me that the Winter is just close by and to cut what plants still stand for eating. A few more days until we rest. Just a few. Grandfather thank you for the visit. We will talk when there is not so much to prepare. I will see you once again in the twilight dreams where the Northern Lights dance and where my mind comes closer to where the worlds meet. The place between Where I Am Most Afraid and Where I Know Peace Lives.

Grandfather says go your way and I will remember you, love you as you are.
When he walked away it was because I had gone from him first, and I swore he had left me.
Forgive me Grandfather, for leaving you alone. You were the one who knew me.
We abandon the elders and when they die we miss them. It is right to go out on our own, it is the way. But, every once in awhile, visit Grandfather, Grandmother and ask for the story. This way you will not forget. In such a way you can go in a way that is right and good............for your grandchildren.

Silent witness. The trees are with me Grandfather. Together we watch the world and wonder. I remember a time in Canada when Earth Woman taught me how to gather cedar boughs for the lodge. We talked to the Cedars that day and I heard them answer. I long for that once again Grandfather.

Tell me the story again about the Northern Lights and how afraid you were. What we don't know scares us, doesn't it, Grandfather? Tell me once again so that my own fear does not shame me. It reminds me to be real.

Grandfathers Dancing. Grandmothers singing. You can hear them in the distance if you listen now. When our worlds overlap for that one instant, that moment, you may hear the answer to your question, but be careful not to drown it out with your own words.............thoughts.

You can't think you way out, here. You can dance your way out. You can sing your way forward. The waters of the earth will help.............the stars will shine it bigger for you. When you think too much it's like standing in the center of the place where winds cross. They whip you this way and that and no direction feels right, there is resistance everywhere.

Grandfathers Dance. Grandmothers sing. Join them and forget the walk for now. The answer is in the Dancing. The answers are in the singing.

It is a good day to die.

Do you hear it? Fruits groan on the trees before they fall. There is a great song of it now and as the fruits fall onto the Mother they make a beating like a great drum. I listen and want to remember what it is not to be hungry in the depth of the winter snows. Grandmother thank you for feeding us so full.

Grandfather spoke close today. Locust song of death reminds us to gather what we can now. There are languages not spoken here, words that are incongruous in the morning glory. If the sun stays in the sky and the water in the seas, then there is the promise that I will someday understand. One thing is clear: Forgiveness must begin now. And in earnest.

the world is acting "as if" and all the time
behind the veils. what is growing will be aborted before it comes
to fruition or to birthing.

All waiting for.............what, exactly?

The world is acting "as if" and I can hear the far away Rattle of the GhostDancers.

Who is to say if "as if" is as it is and always has been?

I will ask the Rattle Dancers. I will ask Grandfather. I hear him now across the veils and he says "wait". And he can see better than I.

Stories

Stories passed from grandmother to granddaughter. The story changes, like a curve on the line of time and yet the meaning remains. Who changes the story lives the change. Tell the stories of your grandmother. Tell the stories of your grandfather. It will sustain you in these times.
Always, always, walk in beauty

Bees are coming back. One at a time, a hive here, a hive there. Watchers. Keeping watch until the time comes to return to the people. A little honey will go a long way. Nothing is lost.

The old ones sing somewhere, and keep the fires. They are small now, barely visible in the night North sky, but they are there. The ice is gone and there is nothing to reflect, now. Time brings all things around and around again.

Sleep in these good cool nights, and dream of the dance we will do when the old ones light the fires for us all to see!

Green year. Early fruit. Listen to that. Lush early. Listen to it and know what comes out must go in. Everything in our earth in every cycle creates its opposite at the other side. Learn it the earth way, not the book way, and you will truly have knowledge.

Build your villages, but be ready to unearth those saplings, tie them as a litter, and move to where the hunt is richer, the food is more plentiful. See the world. Learn the seasons from your resonance. Move with them.

Be a drop of water. It freezes. It thaws. It evaporates, It falls, It quenches, It fills, It is emptied into, It freezes. Be a drop of water and you will know God.

Five days beyond the veil between what we could be and what we are.
Visioning what we might be if we could be and if we could see.
Don't leave your space............keep yourself there and remember what you forgot and don't let the words or the talk take you out, or the bear piss or the buck rutting...........or the porcupine or the dark..........or the faces in the tree, or the cries for help or the drink of water or the Prisoners.
Keep still bright spirit, and know we are one in the dark. We are one in the light. We are one by the fire

Days of rain. Tears are the only gift we have to give back to our creator.
Tell me how the buds came this year and I'll tell you the fruits of the southwest door. Tell me which direction the medicine geese fly and I'll go that way awhile. Follow the way they tell us and we will not get lost.
Our relationship to the everything is missing. Go tell the people that the will of spirit is the way. To find the will of spirit look at the clouds, listen to the wind, follow the birds, watch the trees. Listen and respond. She will show you the way. Walk in Beauty.

Greetings. Grandfather sings in the distance. I hear you, too.
This day is full of sun and light green budding beauty against a clear blue.
Funny thought: Spring is so much younger when we're old. The warmth is good. It is good to have a voice among the voices, and to know that it might be chosen, not heard against the will of the listener.................
If you hear me today, I will listen for you.
Walk in Beauty