We Are the Land

We Are the Land -- John Trudell

Crazy Horse

We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land
How do we sell our Mother ?
How do we sell the stars ?
How do we sell the air ?
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say

Too many people
Standing their ground
Standing the wrong ground
Predators face he possessed a race
Possession a war that doesn’t end
Children of God feed on children of Earth
Days people don’t care for people
These days are the hardest
Material fields, material harvest
decoration on chains that binds
Mirrors gold, the people lose their minds
Crazy Horse
We Hear what you say

One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land.
Today is now and then
Dream smokes touch the clouds
On a day when death didn’t die
Real world time tricks shadows lie
Red white perception deception 
Predator tries civilising us
But the tribes will not go without return
Genetic light from the other side
A song from the heart our hearts to give
The wild days the glory days live

Crazy Horse
We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother
One does not sell the Earth
The people walk upon
We are the land
How do we sell our Mother
How do we sell the stars
How do we sell the air

Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
Crazy Horse
We hear what you say
We are the seventh generation
We are the seventh generation

~John Trudell

A Fairy Guide to Life

Fairy Banquet by Fitzgerald

Live in a state of gratitude for our Earth.

Nature’s abundance flows to those who adore and honor her.

If you must worship something, make it GREEN – the green of nature.

Fight against Mother Nature at your own peril.

Everything ebbs and flows. Learn to flow like the waves.

Look for Magic everywhere. Expect it. Watch for it.

Love heals most wounds. Love it all, every moment.

Honor every season of the Sun.

Dance with the rhythms of the Moon.

When things are shaky, scary or chaotic, go to ground.

Allow the Earth to hold you and support you.

Pause every day and listen to Nature. Wisdom abides there.

Each animal and plant has a wisdom of its own. Look for it.

Beauty is all around us. Pay attention!

Foment joy wherever and whenever possible.

Without joy, there’s no reason to be here.

Do not fear death. It is merely another adventure.

If in doubt, dance!

~Nancy Lankston

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I Am Me

Hibiscus

I am me.
In all the world, there is no one exactly like me.
There are persons who have some parts like me,
but no one adds up exactly like me.

Therefore, everything that comes out of me
is authentically mine because I alone choose it.
I own everything about me
My body including everything it does;
My mind including all its thoughts and ideas;
My eyes including the images of all they behold;
My feelings whatever they may be…
anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement
My mouth and all the words that come out of it
polite, sweet or rough, correct or incorrect;
My voice loud or soft.
And all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.

I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own all my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By doing so I can love me and be friendly with me in all parts.
I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests.

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me,
and other aspects that I do not know.
But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully, look for solutions to the puzzles
and for ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think
and feel at a given moment in time is me.
This is authentic and represents where I am in that moment in time.
When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how
I thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting.
I can discard that which is unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting,
And invent something new for that which I discarded.

I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do.
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive,
and to make sense and order out of the world of people
and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore I can engineer me.

I am me and I am okay.

~Self Esteem by Virginia Satir
Published in 1970 

We are of Water

Waterflow

We are of water,
and water is of us.

When water is threatened,
all living things are threatened.

What we do to water,
we do to ourselves.

Water is sacred,
a human right.

Water is our unifier
because we are all made of water.

~Ruben Saufkie, Sr. 
Water Clan, Hopi Indian Runners

Be Your Own Big Self

It’s lucky for bumblebees – and for us – that they don’t study engineering. If they did, they’d soon learn that they are unable to fly. If they reason the way humans do, they’d soon give up their youthful, unsteady attempts to learn, dismiss their shaky successes as mistaken folly, and laboriously crawl from flower to flower, brushing off any pollen clinging to their bodies and feet as they go, leaving it lying uselessly on the grass. Soon the flowers, unfertilized, would cease to bloom, and the food the bumblebees need to survive would die out – and the bees soon after.

Oh, it’s likely that they’ll find some other sources of food they’ve overlooked in their ponderous flights: some small blossoms that bloom close to the ground perhaps. Yet the end is certain, both for the bumble bees who ignore their gift, and for the plants that depend on them.  Flight is their gift and their birthright, no matter how little we understand the mechanics. That gift has caused an entire ecology of plants to evolve that are dependent on these great, striped bees, and that will wink out if they don’t use their gift of flight to continue the ancient exchange of food for pollination services.

It is part of the human birthright to see with inner vision that surpasses our self-imposed, ‘scientific’ limits. Science is in it’s infancy: People have been using their inner vision to see beyond limits for eons. Don’t question it. Just do it.

If you’ve never done it before it may take practice. And just like learning to ride a bike, there is a moment when you have to let go and trust. But just as in riding a bike, you’ll quickly learn if you are “making things up” or if you are seeing true.

Practice the way a baby learns. Try. Try again. Repeat. Classes make these things easier because alone we tell ourselves it’s impossible. But it can be done, and you can do it.

Just try. “See” the same way as bumblebees fly.

We Have Come to Be Danced

Red Vine Dancing

Red Vine Dancing

We have come to be danced
not the pretty dance
not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
but the claw our way back into the belly
of the sacred, sensual animal dance
the unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
the holding the precious moment in the palms
of our hands and feet dance

We have come to be danced
not the jiffy booby, shake your booty for him dance
but the wring the sadness from our skin dance
the blow the chip off our shoulder dance
the slap the apology from our posture dance

We have come to be danced
not the monkey see, monkey do dance
one, two dance like you
one two three, dance like me dance
but the grave robber, tomb stalker
tearing scabs & scars open dance
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

WE have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
but the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
shaman shakin’ ancient bones dance
the strip us from our casings, return our wings
sharpen our claws & tongues dance
the shed dead cells and slip into
the luminous skin of love dance

We have come to be danced
not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
but the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath & beat dance
the shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
the mother may I?
yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
the Olly Olly Oxen Free Free Free dance
the everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced
where the kingdom’s collide
in the cathedral of flesh
to burn back into the light
to unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
to root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced
WE HAVE COME

by Jewel Mathieson