The Eagle and the Hawk

eagle and the hawkSoaring high, the Hawk invites us to step outside the boundaries of life, to free ourselves of preconceived limitations, to welcome change in our lives through awareness and mindfulness.

The noble Eagle soars thru canyons and mountains, lakes and rivers in quiet determination to honor his Eagle nature. But that’s not the way it’s always been. Mythology tells the story of Yucatangee the Talker before there was ever an Eagle. Yucatangee talked constantly, so much so that the bear, the wolf, and other animals couldn’t hear themselves or each other and couldn’t feel the elements like the wind, the rain, nor see the sun, the moon, the stars. Thus they were lost as to their true nature. For we can only realize our true nature through our commonality with each other and connection to the natural world. Continue reading The Eagle and the Hawk

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01/20/17… The Day The Music Died

ROZ6I3LEBWAnd as I watched him on the stage, my hands were clenched in fisted rage
No angel born in hell could break that Satan’s spell.
So bye bye Miss American Pie
-Don Mclean

As rabid dogs and swine are digging a new swamp on hallowed ground
While the goats feed on every word of twitter’s class clown
In Russia, they celebrate for they voted too
And in London and Paris, Berlin and Madrid and all across the pond
They sing ”madman across the water” for me and for you. Continue reading 01/20/17… The Day The Music Died

A Magic Window

IMG_1143God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.”  -Martin Luther

Everyone needs a magic window, a window to pray by, to meditate by, or to just say hey by… a window to gaze up at the stars and wonder why by, a window looking out over the backyard to make peace with the day by. This is a thin place; where the veil between the material and spiritual world is most transparent allowing a glimpse into the other side. Continue reading A Magic Window

Signe

Barn_Owl_in_flight_at_Lone_Pine_Koala_SanctuaryIn the winter of 2010, on a bright sun-drenched morning, while driving in the country through the chilly air, I saw an owl flying at my sight level, aside of my vehicle. What was this nocturnal bird, clearly out of its element trying to tell me? My mind wandered back to Native American mythology; how all’s connected in the stream of life; how animals are spiritual beings that guide us along the path. I thought of so many things that this owl could symbolize. With so many revelations that had eluded me never to return, I had to have the answer? Continue reading Signe