Living Traditional

This is for all my brothers and sisters living behind the Iron Gate. I send my thoughts and prayers:

ALL I GOT

Sometimes the morning sun

Is all I got

Sometimes it is the memory

Of you and me

Is all I got

Sometimes today

Is all I got

I push forward

Through these steel gates

Some of them are mine

Fences topped

With those nasty barbs

Wanting to rip me apart

Bleeding from places you never dream of

I still dream of tomorrow

I still dream

Yet today is all I got

Opinions don’t matter here

Fly’s listening on the concrete walls

Survival takes on a new attitude

Trust develops into a new concept

Learning the meaning of silence

Solitude

I still dream

Sometimes the morning sun

Is all I got

Sometimes it is

The ancient memory

Wanting to be Free

A few thoughts…
For some of us the journey has been a long, long steep climb up that formidable Mountain which whispers in our Soul, Seekers of Truth…Warriors of Peace, or maybe that which is undefinable…I call it a yearning to fill that void that exists within each one of us. As the fog has begun to clear on my journey up this lonely yet majestic mountain, I can look back and see what I have accomplished, I can look forward and see the climb ahead, and then there is this very moment… the moss on the rock, a cricket, the cracks on my calloused feet, the ones who have come and gone….Life is such a perfect reflection for each of us regardless of age.
I ponder my life, conscious choices and otherwise, those coming from the dark recesses of my soul, the good, bad and the ugly, embracing the broken man that I am and the struggle that comes with embracing self love, all of it…..Gently, with much forgiveness, I sense the inner growth, yet to arrive and committed…the loyal Wolf that I am…
I was given a Greek Proverb this week from a client…it hit my Heart:
“A society grows great
when old men
plant a grove of trees
whose shade they know
they shall never sit in”

My Dear Friend

May the sacred wind carry you gently to your destination and the moon reveal the ancient trail. May your deepest longing be realized and the hope you carry deep inside, lift you when the light grows dim and the sacred fire has turned to ash.

Look up, look up, my dear friend, when you hear that lone goose flying gracefully overhead! That is me, your lifelong companion! Let me fly ever so low and allow my sacred wing to wisp across your forehead, bless your spirit eye so that you can see more clearly.

Fly with me as you make that lonely climb up that holy mountain. Let me carry you softly in my wings as the ancient ones protect you. Remember, you have been given the gift of life and another day to love those that are dear to your heart.

Turn your eyes towards the sacred and you will be given the understanding of why things are the way they are. During this time, please forgive yourself for the mistakes you feel you have made. You are on the right path, the path of self-love.

There will come a time when we will join again, and fly together to our homeland.

From “The Secrets of a Bluejay”, David Kukkola

 

Today I would like to share a few thoughts on Hope. Many people over the years have asked me this question, “‘Where do you find Hope?” I find it in the whisper of a client who has been diagnosed with a terminal disease, in the whisper of someone suffering with great despair and depression, in the whisper of a loved one who is trying to kick a drug addiction. Hope, that dream of a better future or a better life, is found in our willingness to be engaged in the struggles and suffering within ourselves and the world that surrounds us. I have told many clients that their willingness to come and talk to me is the signpost of Hope staying alive. Hope is not a bystander, a victim of situations or circumstances, drowning in the Water of Grief. Tonight, I just returned from the jail to put some money in the kiosk for a dear imprisoned inmate so that he could buy a few things at the commissary and make some phone calls. I left with some sadness in my heart but also felt I was helping to keep Hope alive.
Hope is rekindled when all has been lost and a loving hand reaches out and touches your soul. Stay strong, keep Hope alive!

Here on this winter’s night I look into the Heavens. I see the Three Sisters guiding me home to that sacred place, some call “soul”. I have had the privilege to listen to stories of joy and tragedy. Is not what we have is only our own personal story? This New Year 2015, I send a prayer to those I have touched and met, and those unknown. In some mysterious way Life makes sense, regardless the suffering or obstacles. I send prayers that we all find the sacredness of our Life, not knowing when our time here is finished. Live your life purpose and settle for nothing less. A big hug to all of us and to those who have chosen to make this a better place for our children and grandchildren.

Today I post a prayer for healing for all of us. I’m not going to pretend or lie all is good. Because it isn’t. I’m kinda tired and weary. Keeping hope alive means staying firm in the struggle and suffering. In this I stand on holy ground. And yes I hold that golden cup of Hope. Even though I stand alone I feel your presence. Thank you for this year of standing firm for justice, kindness and respect, for love of family and all of our indigenous cultures. Let truth be spoken through all of our languages, and yes, those languages and cultures lost, I send my blessings to all

I send greetings

on these darkened

and shortened days

where the sun sets

without much notice

I send greetings

to those mysterious thoughts

and unyielding emotions

as they await

the invitation

to the party

I send greetings

to my season of doubt

not sure if there is really

a God or Godess

or life after death

I pray anyway

I send greetings

to who we claim to be

or who we want to be

to our desires, expectations

vulnerabilities

and passionate dreams

I send greetings

to those devastating

disappointments, the betrayals

lost loved ones

and lovers

the broken dreams

and forgotten promises

I send greetings

to the invisible

to the space between us

and those dervish little elves

their songs

their dance

their silly hats

and their wild and wooly ways

I send greetings

 

 

“This is my heart felt wish for you….may you be blessed.”

I contemplate how much time I have given to my past, the dreams of the future and the ever present moment. I have witnessed the many internal dialogues of the old tapes that keep running through my mind, the many dialogues of how I want it to be, and the chatter that lives here in the present moment, I ponder.

What I do know to be true is that healing lives in the realm of being acknowledged, and lives in the here and now. A simple thing, but how often it is neglected. We are all suspect. How often do we clammer for our needs unmet, instead of the gifts that have been given to us? How often do we judge others, including ourselves, in hope that everyone will think like me or meet my demands. Ugh! I am guilty, yet learning how to stay within my body and solidify myself within my True Nature and my Fundamental Values.

Today, I want to acknowledge each and everyone of you, the gift that you have brought to this world. May you be blessed in its homecoming and welcomed into the hearth of our community. We need each other and the gifts that all of you bring. So shall it be.