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.