<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419</id><updated>2011-11-04T13:10:59.462-05:00</updated><category term='omens'/><category term='beginnings'/><category term='I Ching'/><category term='totems'/><category term='Morning Meditation'/><category term='songs'/><category term='Mother Earth'/><category term='stillness'/><category term='connection'/><category term='emotional healing'/><category term='chanting'/><category term='death'/><category term='courage'/><category term='eagle'/><category term='snake'/><category term='spiritual art'/><category term='snail'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='mantra'/><category term='rhythm of life'/><category term='guided meditation'/><category term='celestite'/><category term='animal totems'/><category term='Moqui Balls'/><category term='trees'/><category term='ducks'/><category term='z'/><category term='stones'/><category term='Medicine Wheel'/><category term='shape-changing'/><category term='thunderbird'/><category term='changes'/><category term='balance'/><category term='science'/><category term='roadrunner'/><category term='ecology'/><category term='breathe'/><category term='healing'/><category term='visualization'/><category term='halibut'/><category term='waiting'/><category term='East'/><category term='Earth Mother'/><category term='peace'/><category term='enlightment'/><category term='creation'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='The Journey'/><category term='success'/><category term='abalone'/><category term='rules to live by'/><category term='videos'/><category term='transformation'/><category term='North'/><category term='inner child'/><category term='living green'/><category term='ritual'/><category term='Osho'/><category term='ego'/><category term='vibrations'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='mythology'/><category term='Nalu'/><category term='listening'/><category term='Centering'/><category term='drumming'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Sun'/><category term='West'/><category term='Faery Realm'/><category term='Navaho'/><category term='Thought for the Day'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='abundance'/><category term='self esteem'/><category term='guidance'/><category term='shamanism'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='overcoming obstacles'/><category term='bears'/><category term='Spirit Keepers'/><category term='release'/><category term='stories'/><category term='smudging'/><category term='metaphysics'/><category term='masks'/><title type='text'>Feathers And Bones</title><subtitle type='html'>Shamanism, Native American Spirituality, Totem Animals, Paganism, Omens, Rituals, Meditations, and other Cool Stuff</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5594563147927004803</id><published>2011-09-05T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:38:18.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current News</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted here in a while, and then suddenly I find that the blog is being redirected to hotlink files! How annoying is that? It's going to take a while to get my template back in order... I've set the comments so that they must be moderated just in case the malware script was embedded in a spam comment... and hopefully I hope to eventually get this little site back on track. In the mean time... Blessings to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5594563147927004803?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5594563147927004803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2011/09/current-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5594563147927004803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5594563147927004803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2011/09/current-news.html' title='Current News'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2872530413069596277</id><published>2011-01-09T11:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T11:55:11.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Ask Now of Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/TSn2PrD0gfI/AAAAAAAAOAI/wtRWZZkxK94/s1600/fuchs_Moses%2Bbefore%2Bthe%2Bburning%2Bbush_1956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/TSn2PrD0gfI/AAAAAAAAOAI/wtRWZZkxK94/s400/fuchs_Moses%2Bbefore%2Bthe%2Bburning%2Bbush_1956.jpg" border="0" alt="the secret of death"id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560245964082807282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Almitra spoke, saying, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We would ask now of Death."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You would know the secret of death.&lt;br /&gt;But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?&lt;br /&gt;The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day &lt;br /&gt;cannot unveil the mystery of light.&lt;br /&gt;If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, &lt;br /&gt;open your heart wide unto the body of life.&lt;br /&gt;For life and death are one, &lt;br /&gt;even as the river and the sea are one.&lt;br /&gt;In the depth of your hopes and desires &lt;br /&gt;lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;&lt;br /&gt;And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow &lt;br /&gt;your heart dreams of spring.&lt;br /&gt;Trust the dreams, &lt;br /&gt;for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd &lt;br /&gt;when he stands before the king &lt;br /&gt;whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.&lt;br /&gt;Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, &lt;br /&gt;that he shall wear the mark of the king?&lt;br /&gt;Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?&lt;br /&gt;For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind &lt;br /&gt;and to melt into the sun?&lt;br /&gt;And what is to cease breathing, &lt;br /&gt;but to free the breath from its restless tides, &lt;br /&gt;that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?&lt;br /&gt;Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.&lt;br /&gt;And when you have reached the mountain top, &lt;br /&gt;then you shall begin to climb.&lt;br /&gt;And when the earth shall claim your limbs, &lt;br /&gt;then shall you truly dance."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- From &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B001AGWEMK?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theprosproj-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=B001AGWEMK"&gt;The Prophet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theprosproj-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=B001AGWEMK" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;, by Khalil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2872530413069596277?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2872530413069596277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2011/01/ask-now-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2872530413069596277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2872530413069596277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2011/01/ask-now-of-death.html' title='Ask Now of Death'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/TSn2PrD0gfI/AAAAAAAAOAI/wtRWZZkxK94/s72-c/fuchs_Moses%2Bbefore%2Bthe%2Bburning%2Bbush_1956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-973396944788575775</id><published>2010-09-05T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:49:13.578-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overcoming obstacles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>Spirit Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, this is powerful!&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to start the day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoidBWLXlYU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoidBWLXlYU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-973396944788575775?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/973396944788575775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/09/spirit-rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/973396944788575775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/973396944788575775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/09/spirit-rap.html' title='Spirit Rap'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6176451903576259698</id><published>2010-06-06T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:59:56.516-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Hear Me</title><content type='html'>Hear me, four quarters of the world-- a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth. Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds. Great Spirit...all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet. This is my prayer' hear me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Elk, Sioux Indian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6176451903576259698?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6176451903576259698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/06/hear-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6176451903576259698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6176451903576259698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/06/hear-me.html' title='Hear Me'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4937613040603233627</id><published>2010-05-11T10:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:31:48.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inner child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>Chanting Your Name</title><content type='html'>Although one might not think of it as such, your name is a word of power. Think of the countless times in your life that other people have uttered the sounds that comprise your name. Hear then now - loved ones, the newly-met, seeking your attention, reading your name in a roll call, calling out your name from another room, shouting your name in anger, tenderly whispering your name in a moment of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out name is intimately linked to our sense of self. Say your name out loud several times. What do you experience as you make the sounds by which you are known? The sound of our name reaches deeply into our psyche, triggering a lifetime of associations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-l37qkpxpI/AAAAAAAAMyI/apjvgX-iQE4/s1600/20081024082215_0_Your_Name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470035089342187154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-l37qkpxpI/AAAAAAAAMyI/apjvgX-iQE4/s320/20081024082215_0_Your_Name.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's an chant exercise using only your name as lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiment. Chant your name aloud, using only one note - or make up your own melodies. Chant one note per syllable, for example: "&lt;em&gt;Ro-bert&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;Ro-bert&lt;/em&gt; ... &lt;em&gt;Ro-bert&lt;/em&gt;." Or let loose a string of notes for each syllable, as in "&lt;em&gt;Ro-aw-aw-aw-aw ber-er-er-er-t&lt;/em&gt;." Chant random notes or repeat the same phrase over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocalize with great power, as if you were sending your unique sound to the far reaches of the universe. To avoid straining your voice, support the tone from your diaphragm and keep your throat relaxed. Now chant as softly as you can, whispering your name into the stillness. Make it fun - be playful, humorous. Then imagine that each toning of your name is like a bell, calling your deeper self awake, calling your soul into full embodiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself fully to chanting the sounds that make up your name. Continue for at least five minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4937613040603233627?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4937613040603233627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/chanting-your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4937613040603233627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4937613040603233627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/chanting-your-name.html' title='Chanting Your Name'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-l37qkpxpI/AAAAAAAAMyI/apjvgX-iQE4/s72-c/20081024082215_0_Your_Name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8551816172115731322</id><published>2010-05-11T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:05:53.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Breath flows in, then surrenders to flow out again.&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, drink eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breath flows out, emptying, emptying,&lt;br /&gt;Offering itself to infinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherishing these moments,&lt;br /&gt;Mind dissolves into heart,&lt;br /&gt;Heart dissolves into space,&lt;br /&gt;Body becomes a shimmering field&lt;br /&gt;Pulsating between emptiness and fullness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Verse 3, The Radiance Sutras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8551816172115731322?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8551816172115731322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/breath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8551816172115731322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8551816172115731322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/breath.html' title='Breath'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1522340615886680371</id><published>2010-05-11T09:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:07:31.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>Chanting From The Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-lxykidwkI/AAAAAAAAMyA/K9bq_BOhSIY/s1600/deep-breath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470028336033808962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-lxykidwkI/AAAAAAAAMyA/K9bq_BOhSIY/s320/deep-breath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Draw in a full and deep breath (&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-exercise.html"&gt;see the breathing exercise&lt;/a&gt;), sing the tone, "Aaaaah." As you sing the tone, release the breath slowly, first from the belly, then up through the chest. ... Breathe in again, and sound out, "Aaaaah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that there is a column of air resting on your belly extending up through your lungs to your throat. When you sing, visualize this column of air coming all the way from your belly, supporting the tone coming out of your mouth. In other words, sing from your belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into your belly and sing. "Aaaah."&lt;br /&gt;Again - "Aaaaah." And again - "Aaaaah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing from the belly gives us more air, the ability to sustain our tone longer, and more control over our voice. We initiate a self-reinforcing cycle: our deep and full breathing helps us to chant, while the elongated and rhythmic phrases of chant entrains our breath, making us one with the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1522340615886680371?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1522340615886680371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/chanting-from-belly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1522340615886680371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1522340615886680371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/chanting-from-belly.html' title='Chanting From The Belly'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-lxykidwkI/AAAAAAAAMyA/K9bq_BOhSIY/s72-c/deep-breath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-22481940827539107</id><published>2010-05-11T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:06:31.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>Breathing Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-luQulAvWI/AAAAAAAAMx4/KmrvwmFHwZA/s1600/GRH_Breathe_Lotus_Art_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470024456078409058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-luQulAvWI/AAAAAAAAMx4/KmrvwmFHwZA/s320/GRH_Breathe_Lotus_Art_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chanting is said to be "breath made audible," and learning to breathe well is the first step in learning to chant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit up straight. This allows your lungs to expand more fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place one hand on your lower abdomen.&lt;br /&gt;Feel your belly move as you breathe ... in and out ... in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that your belly is expanding out as you breathe in. You can make sure you're doing this correctly by noticing if your hand is being pushed outward away from your spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you exhale, your belly should contract, your hand settling back toward your spine. Try this a number of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, breathe again into your abdomen. After your belly completely fills with air, only then allow your chest to fill with air as well. Experience your breath like a wave, filling up your belly then rolling up into your chest. And as you exhale, let the wave begin in your chest, emptying the air from your lungs and then rolling down into your abdomen, until your abdomen is fully contracted and empty of air. Do this several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now try removing your hand, but continue breathing and remembering the feeling of the air pushing your hand out and in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you continue with the exercise, gradually deepen your breathing. Without any sense of pushing, slowly increase the volume of air coming into your belly. The deepening of breathing should come from your belly - the chest is more like an afterthought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do this for several minutes, deepening and relaxing into your breathing. Feel the waves roll in ... belly up to the chest ... and roll out again ... chest into the belly ... letting go of effort ... letting the waves of breath breathe you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-22481940827539107?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/22481940827539107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/22481940827539107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/22481940827539107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-exercise.html' title='Breathing Exercise'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-luQulAvWI/AAAAAAAAMx4/KmrvwmFHwZA/s72-c/GRH_Breathe_Lotus_Art_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6227091051975093346</id><published>2010-05-10T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:14:59.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>Om Namah Shivaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hascFPxfMA8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hascFPxfMA8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mantra has no approximate translation. The sounds related directly to the principles which govern each of the first six chakras on the spine...Earth, water, fire, air, ether. Notice that this does not refer to the chakras themselves which have a different set of seed sounds, but rather the principles which govern those chakras in their place. A very rough, non-literal translation could be something like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Om and salutations to that which I am capable of becoming.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This mantra will start one out on the path of subtle development of spiritual attainments. It is the beginning on the path of Siddha Yoga, or the Yoga of Perfection of the Divine Vehicle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6227091051975093346?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6227091051975093346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/om-namah-shivaya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6227091051975093346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6227091051975093346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/om-namah-shivaya.html' title='Om Namah Shivaya'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1496712520209180085</id><published>2010-05-10T17:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T17:55:47.894-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>The Power Of Chant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-iO3SWDSEI/AAAAAAAAMxo/9aA_TDJ5MVU/s1600/chanting+near+hut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-iO3SWDSEI/AAAAAAAAMxo/9aA_TDJ5MVU/s400/chanting+near+hut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469778827909744706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanting has the power to bring all who practice it with deep attention and feeling a divine response. Singing, Yogananda said, is a divine art; and devotional chanting is the highest form of this art because it leads to attunement with the Cosmic vibration. In devotional chanting you learn to attune the “receiving station” of your heart to pick up the channel of communion with God through sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devotional chanting can take your negative energy and turn it right around into positive energy — toward, rather than away from God. Ten years ago, I decided that Ananda was the place of all places where I truly wanted to live. But personal circumstances forced me to return to my home in Texas for a long time. It seemed devastating to me — very dark period in my life. And so I indulged in some really black moods about the unfairness of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk to somebody about Hong-Sau or Lahiri Mahasaya or something along those lines, and there wasn’t anyone around to whom I could relate. My attempts at meditation weren’t going very well either. But I learned that by chanting I could change my black moods into joy and put myself into a space where I really wanted to upgrade my meditations. I didn’t have a harmonium, or even the Cosmic Chants book, but I did have a cassette player and a few tapes from Ananda — Songs of the Soul, O God Beautiful, and the Joy Singers Christmas tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would put on these tapes and listen and, eventually, sing along as I learned the words and the melodies. Over and over and over I played them, and they became part of my consciousness. I learned that they had the power to pull my heart out of sadness and loneliness and into a place of real joy. I chanted with Swami, I chanted with my Ananda brothers and sisters — I was transported through the power of this devotional music to the blessedness of Ananda and the joy it represented to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chanting for Protection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanting can help you to overcome temptations and attachments and help you to realize Gods presence within even under the worst of circumstances. Swami tells of going to the nightclub district in San Francisco on a Saturday night to meet someone in the music business. It was not a place for a devotee to be on a Saturday night! So Swami began to chant very softly or mentally: “Sri Ram, jai Ram, jai, jai Ram Om.” Instead of feeling dragged down by the low and worldly vibrations all around, he felt totally uplifted and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chanting has the power to remove obstacles and to help you overcome fear. Fear, particularly, fear of failure is the “Great Paralyzer,” often causing us to freeze into immobility or sin into pits of inertia. One time I had to drive 150 miles alone at night in a broken down car with no money. The car was acting weird and it was dark and I was scared. So I started chanting. I tell you, I chanted as well as I’ve ever chanted in my life, for I was motivated! I made it to Austin and back safely, and then the car broke down. To this day, I truly believe that God and I “chanted” me and my car all the way down that lonely Texas highway to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chanting Can Heal You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master tells in Cosmic Chants how thousands chanted, “O God Beautiful” in Carnegie Hall in 1926 “in a divine atmosphere of joyous praise… The next day many men and women testified to the God-perception and the healing of body, mind, and soul that had taken place during the sacred chanting…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chanting Can Give You Devotion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we feel, “I want to love God more, but how do I do it?” Sri Yukteswar says in The Holy Science that we can’t put one foot in front of the other on the spiritual path without “the natural love of the heart.” If you remember nothing else about chanting, remember this because it will help you tremendously in your efforts to cultivate devotion. Always remember why you are chanting and whom it is that you are chanting to. Don’t sing to the person sitting nearby, or to the trees, the sky, or the walls. Don’t even sing to yourself. Sing to God. Sing to the God within you. That’s Who you’re singing to, with a prayer in song, with the power of increasingly focused, one-pointed devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;a href="http://www.ananda.org/meditation/support/articles/power-of-chanting.html"&gt;Savitri Simpson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1496712520209180085?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1496712520209180085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/power-of-chant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1496712520209180085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1496712520209180085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/power-of-chant.html' title='The Power Of Chant'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-iO3SWDSEI/AAAAAAAAMxo/9aA_TDJ5MVU/s72-c/chanting+near+hut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3495679797441220582</id><published>2010-05-09T15:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:30:58.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrations'/><title type='text'>Listening</title><content type='html'>Here is a great exercise in listening. It works best if you try it in three steps. Read the directions for the first step, and then close your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-coUQUdEnI/AAAAAAAAMvY/lR0K4WIxXFg/s320/hearing-device.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-coUQUdEnI/AAAAAAAAMvY/lR0K4WIxXFg/s800/hearing-device.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step One:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring all of your attention to the experience of listening. What is the first sound that you became aware of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a label by which we identify this sound - traffic, refrigerator, people talking, birds... But what's really happening? What is your actual experience of this sound? The actual physical sensations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immerse yourself fully in this experience called "a sound." Then, as if you are increasing magnification with a zoom lens, listen more closely to that sound. As if you could travel inside the sound, let it become your whole world. Take your time. Explore every sensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, rather than focusing on one sound, listen to all the sounds in your environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are louder - more in the foreground. Some are softer - in the background and harder to discern. Sounds come at you from all different directions - in front, behind, maybe even above or below. How many different sounds can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, rather than hearing individual sounds, hear all of these sounds at once. Imagine you are listening to an orchestra, and each of these sounds is one of the instruments. Listen to all the sounds in your environment as if they fit together beautifully into a piece of music. Sit back and enjoy the performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Three:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose one sound to focus on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you hearing this sound? Does it seem like the sound is out there? But where does the experience of listening actually take place? Out there? In your ear? In your brain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine some event out there causing air molecules to vibrate. Imagine sound waves traveling toward your body ... entering your ear ... becoming mechanical vibrations in bones ... becoming neuro-electrical impulses ... triggering associations in your brain. Imaging all this going on, creating the miracle we call sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767903234?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=theprosproj-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0767903234"&gt;Discovering Spirit in Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theprosproj-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0767903234" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3495679797441220582?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3495679797441220582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3495679797441220582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3495679797441220582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/listening.html' title='Listening'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-coUQUdEnI/AAAAAAAAMvY/lR0K4WIxXFg/s72-c/hearing-device.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2763270211122644207</id><published>2010-05-09T15:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:54:02.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Rhythms Of Life</title><content type='html'>The following makes a really nice chant! There's plenty of room for variation and improvisation. It's great for a group, drumming circle, or gathering to get the energy moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-cf9vWXx8I/AAAAAAAAMvQ/djQtpyMcTn4/s1600/rythmic-forms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469375418007537602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-cf9vWXx8I/AAAAAAAAMvQ/djQtpyMcTn4/s400/rythmic-forms.jpg" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The very inception of life is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;Life is rhythm and Rhythm is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rising of the SUN is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The shimmering of the RAYS is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The BLOOMING of a BUD is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The Feel of the BREEZE is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The ROAR of the WAVES is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The Chirping of the BIRDS is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The BUZZING of the BEES is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The Voice in a SONG is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The TICKLE on the FEET is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The BREATH we take is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;The Heart that BEATS is rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kathakindia.org/?page=rythems"&gt;&lt;em&gt;source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2763270211122644207?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2763270211122644207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/rhythms-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2763270211122644207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2763270211122644207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/rhythms-of-life.html' title='Rhythms Of Life'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-cf9vWXx8I/AAAAAAAAMvQ/djQtpyMcTn4/s72-c/rythmic-forms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3782383292266854663</id><published>2010-05-09T14:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:35:42.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vibrations'/><title type='text'>What is Sound?</title><content type='html'>What is sound, and how do we hear it? Sound is scientifically defined as any vibratory disturbance in the pressure and density of a medium (solid, liquid, or gas) that stimulates the sense of hearing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-ccW3rfDzI/AAAAAAAAMvI/FbPDwHXVpqc/s1600/soundwave-sound-wave-3d-rendering-oscope-oscilloscope-audio-distortion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-ccW3rfDzI/AAAAAAAAMvI/FbPDwHXVpqc/s400/soundwave-sound-wave-3d-rendering-oscope-oscilloscope-audio-distortion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469371451693797170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When molecules in gases are moved - by someone speaking, a pebble dropping into a pond, a hammer pounding a nail, or voices joinied in chant - energy is transferred, and the molecules begin to tremble and collide. As they bump together, each shimmering molecule passes energy along to its neighbors, carrying this vibration through the air (or other medium) in the form of a three-dimentional wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take our ability to hear sounds for granted, but it's actually a wild and complex process. something happens out there to start air molecules vibrating, forming a wave of sound. Let's imagine for a moment that you are this sound wave. Air molecules crash into each other like billiard balls, causing you to surge and roll through space, like an ocean wave traveling toward shore. You enter a funnel-shaped appendage we call the outer ear, where you are amplified and tossed onto the tympanic membrane - the eardrum - causing it to bibrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer a sound wave, you have been transformed into mechanical energy, setting in motion the three tiniest bones in the body, the bones of the middle ear: the hammer, the anvil, and the stirrup. You collide into the hammer, forcing it into a cuplike socket on the anvil, causing the stirrup to act like a piston pressing against the fluid-filled, spiraling labyrinth that is the inner ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you swirl through liquid, you reach the inner ear and snake your way through a snail-shaped tube - the cochlea - which contains fine hairlike projections that trigger nerve cells. Now you are electrical energy speeding to the brain through the auditory nerve. Countless neutrons are triggered, associations mde, and ... amazingly ... someone hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767903234?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theprosproj-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0767903234"&gt;Discovering Spirit in Sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theprosproj-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=0767903234" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3782383292266854663?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3782383292266854663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-sound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3782383292266854663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3782383292266854663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-is-sound.html' title='What is Sound?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-ccW3rfDzI/AAAAAAAAMvI/FbPDwHXVpqc/s72-c/soundwave-sound-wave-3d-rendering-oscope-oscilloscope-audio-distortion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8163366721793312800</id><published>2010-05-09T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:36:56.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chanting'/><title type='text'>Calling Spirit With Chant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-cOmOGKpJI/AAAAAAAAMu4/PmOhbO0Z8vw/s1600/saheartenergy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469356322246534290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-cOmOGKpJI/AAAAAAAAMu4/PmOhbO0Z8vw/s320/saheartenergy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not call Spirit into being through our chanting - God is already present. It is our own clinging to who we think we are that gets in the way. But if we sing with great ardor, our controlling, grasping, anxious energies may be consumed in the fire of chanting. And if we are so graced, we may taste love's sweet nectar and be nestled in the invisible embrace of the Divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; ~&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0767903234?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=theprosproj-20&amp;amp;linkCode=as2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;creativeASIN=0767903234"&gt;Robert Gass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theprosproj-20&amp;amp;l=as2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0767903234" width="1" height="1" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8163366721793312800?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8163366721793312800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/calling-spirit-with-chant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8163366721793312800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8163366721793312800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2010/05/calling-spirit-with-chant.html' title='Calling Spirit With Chant'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/S-cOmOGKpJI/AAAAAAAAMu4/PmOhbO0Z8vw/s72-c/saheartenergy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1434882234631827775</id><published>2009-08-24T08:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:02:11.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shape-changing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='release'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transformation'/><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/SpiritBirdaoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/SpiritBirdaoi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;West&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Image:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Spirit Bird&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keywords:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;autumn, twilight, transformation, changes, death, waning, release, shape-changing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Element:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The element of the West is air, which carries both spirit and sound and can invisibly but undeniably affect form. The energy of the West causes light to wane and day to fade to twilight. Every year the work of the summer is released through autumn's changes. Every vision, like every living being captured in space and time, has a life-span and must be released. The experience of release can be loss, as in the death of a loved one or the end of a relationship, or it can be freedom, a spirit free at last from form, individuals free to grow in their own separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The process of release, which is the gift of the West, happens in every cycle of the Earth. It is perhaps the most difficult change, one which is traditionally feared or greeted with sorrow. But it is necessary for the eventual beginning of the next cycle. The harvest of the autumn contains the promise of the following spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trees burst into color in the maturity of their autumn, admitting the limit of their growth. They sacrifice their adequacy to the flurry of their seeds, the potential of new life to begin again and in their leaves, which fall and rot and make food for other lives. This process is not failure, but fulfillment, making room for endless new cycles to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potential for healing that the West offers is the shedding of old skin, cutting away what has reached the limits of its growth and offers no further lessons. The healing of release makes space for new, healthy growth of ideas, images, forms, vision and lessons in future cycles to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People whose lives seem not to change at all are turning down the opportunity of the West. They are making the same choice at each turning, not pausing to dream, just relying on old visions which will fail again. In relationship many people make similar mistakes over and over, not accepting the lessons and resulting new vision that a pure release could afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially in Western culture where the attainment of possessions is a major life goal, release, especially the release of death, is very difficult. So health care is very often directed at prolonging life at whatever cost or pain, instead of at healing, including the healing of release into death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a planetary level greed and intolerance are extensions of jealousy, obvious in many governments' inability to let go of political power, economic advantage or ideological pride. Wars are fought, land is destroyed and people starve because of this choice. Accepting release with grace may be the most difficult lessons humankind faces on both a personal and a planetary level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, anger or bitterness in relationships are a direct reflection of the inability to let go. The irony is that holding on to someone, ostensibly in the name of love, very often drives the love away. A release in a relationship may be as simple as a change of expectations or as challenging as allowing the beloved to love another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when faced with the necessity of release, there are only two choices, a choice of lesser love or a choice of greater love. Choosing jealousy in an attempt to prevent change is invariably a choice of lesser love. It is easier by far to be hurt and wounded than to understand. Greater love will always allow change, will allow the beloved to move and grow and yes, even to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the more difficult choice, but it is the one which offers the greatest potential for transformation and healing. Release in relationship is as inevitable as autumn. But resistance to release and the pain that resistance causes is always a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is both necessity and freedom involved with release in every cycle of spirit or form. As the body of a bird which has died falls to earth, the flight of the spirit scatters the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Judith Pintar&lt;br /&gt;~Art by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artreview.com/photo/photo/listForContributor?screenName=r9cexxu9bmu1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Herman Smorenburg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1434882234631827775?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1434882234631827775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2009/08/transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1434882234631827775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1434882234631827775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2009/08/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6197844810002949921</id><published>2008-09-14T00:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:08:49.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shamanism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>The Shamanic Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/5846423/"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px;" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/5846423_1c4b793af9_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Shamanic journey starts when we begin to live what we have grasped of the Great Plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we start? Physically from where we are, however tempting it may be to wait until "the conditions are right," until we move to another place, until we get a new job, until we find more understanding, more congenial people, until... until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Grandfathers say, "Start now," Now is all we have, all we shall ever have. Start now." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey is a resumption of the long way we have come, not a totally new start. Spiritually we start from that moment and that place where we decide to re-commit ourselves to the journey, to re-surrender our wills to the will of the Great Source, to enlist with finality in the Company of Light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later this great moment comes to us, but it must be with finality, total commitment, we must stick with it, or it will be only another half-hearted attempt to take a few hesitant steps on one of the ways leading to the Center, and away from it. We must go forward firmly. or we may find ourselves again in the "dark wood." Each time this happens it gets harder to resume the journey, and whether we go on foot, or "over wonderful slippery water" in a Shadow Canoe, resumption of the journey is what our spirits crave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Evelyn Eaton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6197844810002949921?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6197844810002949921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/09/shamanic-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6197844810002949921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6197844810002949921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/09/shamanic-journey.html' title='The Shamanic Journey'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-592513820588439881</id><published>2008-08-17T08:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:41:56.162-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Not everything is about me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched a fraternity of dancers, each group taking turns. I thought about how "for everything there is a season" and how that relates to "taking turns" and wondered what does this have to do with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the dancers stopped and smiled at me, so I asked him what this had to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Not everything is about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-592513820588439881?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/592513820588439881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-not-everything-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/592513820588439881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/592513820588439881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-not-everything-is.html' title='Morning Meditation - Not everything is about me!'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4913884079350124599</id><published>2008-08-16T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:08:05.239-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Between Earth and Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the Snake Dancers again. This time, a Walpi Snake Priest, dressed for the Antelope dance, explained to me about the Eagle feathers and the cornmeal, both of which are used to control and contain the snakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Eagle feathers represent the sky, the cornmeal represents the earth. And between the earth and the sky is a balance which holds the snake energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4913884079350124599?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4913884079350124599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-between-earth-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4913884079350124599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4913884079350124599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-between-earth-and.html' title='Morning Meditation - Between Earth and Sky'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5962779085513879283</id><published>2008-08-15T08:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:06:40.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - A Planning Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Aug 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found Medicine Crow - we sat in a cave together with firelight flickering, and in the sand were lines and circles, and I saw that this was a sort of war party planning session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me, "You still have a string to that wagon attached to you. First thing is to get that cut." He handed me a big pair of garden shears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he drew in the sand a line leading to a circle. Inside the circle was a map. On the line he drew a symbol representing shears cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said, "OK, and then what?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Then what? You know where you're going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about a better diet, and I thought about my mob, I thought about the Way of the Shaman and I saw the woods and the valleys and the bright city beyond.... I said, "There." (meaning that journey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and leaned back, obviously pleased with the answer, and I'm like... OK? so now what? And he showed me images of me making snares, carving a walking stick, carrying a knife, and matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "So, I'll need tools!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled again, another right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK, and then?" I asked. Thinking that since this was us planning a war party, my mind went to the "war" place... war on who? what? where are we going to "make our enemies cry"? Do I really even have enemies? Is war really what we're preparing for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Life is a war, a battle, a struggle, and a dance. It's deadly serious for everyone, even this ant." He showed me an ant crawling on his finger. "Now, if he doesn't please me, if I want to, I can crush him right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about "The Gods," I thought about how it does seem important to have them on your side, about the relentless force of nature, and how important it is to find benevolence there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, (still talking about the ant, which is now crawling on his arm) he said, "I could help him, I could put him down right here and he could scurry home. Or, I could give him a journey and a vision." He got up and walked out of the cave, several hundred yards away, and put the ant on a leaf high in a tree. "Now he's got a quest," he laughed. "Finding his way home won't be easy from there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was interesting... do the "Gods" act in this way? The Greeks thought so, I wondered about it for a small space of time.. Are there layers within layers? And if so, where do we fit into that grand scheme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were back in the cave. In retrospect I think maybe I am that ant, high in that unexpected place, wondering and working on how to get "home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we were now back at the task at hand, the circle in the sand. I said, "So where am I going? And is there a map?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "That's for you to figure out. Dream it and a map will come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more we went over the plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the string, Saturday is a full moon and an eclipse. So by Sunday night it might be good to have it done. I could work hard and long, and I could get it done. (By "it" I'm thinking closing the blogs in a formal way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, assemble and create tools. Dream the dream that will provide the map, and head out with my allies (Red Hawk, Crazy Thunder, and Holy Skin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5962779085513879283?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5962779085513879283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-planning-session.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5962779085513879283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5962779085513879283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-planning-session.html' title='Morning Meditation - A Planning Session'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4208900866955957104</id><published>2008-08-14T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:58:25.438-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day - What we can imagine</title><content type='html'>What we can imagine, that we shall have. Today we are living through what collectively and individually we imagined in the past. Tomorrow we will be living through what we imagine today, for we are creative energies like the Great Energy in Whose image we are made, whether or not we realize the living force of our creations, whether or not we understand the power of our thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~ Evelyn Eaton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4208900866955957104?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4208900866955957104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-for-day-what-we-can-imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4208900866955957104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4208900866955957104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-for-day-what-we-can-imagine.html' title='Thought for the Day - What we can imagine'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8191045679685189679</id><published>2008-08-14T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:59:18.611-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halibut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Halibut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the halibut fishermen brought in their catch. We met them at the beach. There was a lot of laughter and a good deal of teasing as the men showed off their catch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air was cold and damp, it smelled of fish and water. The ground along the shore was soft and muddy. I felt bad for the silver fish in the nets, some still clinging to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A grandmother smiled at me and handed me a knife. "Don't feel bad," she said, "this is good. Now we will have plenty to save for winter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me how to fillet and gut the fish. I was awkward at first but soon got the hang of it, still feeling bad, though, for the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me seemed happy - there was a cheer in the air, a spirit of liveliness and fun, and I did my best to just relax into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was working, I started to wonder. "OK, so this is all find and good, but what does it have to do with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother I was working with said. "These fish were happy to give themselves so that we can live, and as we live - they live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Yes, I can see that," and I did, "But what does this have to do with my life now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood up and looked me straight in the eye and said in a very direct way. Speaking to my heart. "What you bring into your life now will sustain you through the dark time, through your "winters" - so take thought about what you bring in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8191045679685189679?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8191045679685189679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-halibut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8191045679685189679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8191045679685189679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-halibut.html' title='Morning Meditation - Halibut'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1275680266512303059</id><published>2008-08-13T08:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:02:49.722-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - The Cradleboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so difficult. I turned to a Flathead mother and her baby. The baby was swaddled into a cradle board that was just beautiful, and at first glance, all I could see was that magnificent baby carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the woman, she was decked out in what I'm sure was her finest clothes. She was not new at motherhood and had an air of pride and confidence. Proud mostly, I thought, of the cradle board. That's when I saw there was a baby in it, a very unhappy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to me that he was feeling cramped and constrained, that he wanted to fling out his arms and kick his feet.  I bent down and touched his cheek, and he quit yelling for a moment and smiled at me. I wished his hands were out so that he could grab my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that thought, I found myself almost immediately standing in judgment of the mother. Feeling accusatory, and saying to her something to the effect of, "What's more important? The cradle board or the baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "He's a fine lusty boy. It's good that he has his say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept popping in and out of the meditation, really wanting to get that baby out and let him do some moving around. And even though I knew that she did get him out and he was well loved and well cared for, even though I knew she was an experienced mother, this was the custom, and there were excellent reasons for it... I was still agitating to get that baby out and let him play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "There is a time and a place for everything. In this time and in this place he stays where he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fussed some more, tried to get into a place of peace with it - didn't succeed. I finally had to just leave it at that, and it felt supremely unsatisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In retrospect, now that I'm writing about it, I can see how antsy I am to get "the baby" out and how well this relates to how I'm feeling (I as the child) about my spiritual journey.  It's like, for my own good, I'm swaddled and contained while I learn to speak my truth and be still. And I'd like very much to stretch my legs and get a move on, but the time isn't right. And in the mean time, I'm well loved and in the capable hands of an experienced "mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - that's that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1275680266512303059?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1275680266512303059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-cradleboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1275680266512303059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1275680266512303059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-cradleboard.html' title='Morning Meditation - The Cradleboard'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-887503549918041872</id><published>2008-08-12T07:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:01:14.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Prayer Sticks Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to the guy putting prayer sticks by a pool of water. I've visited with him before (&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-prayer-sticks.html"&gt;here's the link&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got done placing the stick, he stood up, dusted his hands off, and looked at me. "There, that's done," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered what this whole prayer stick thing has to do with me. I mean, it's all fine and good that he does (or did) this, but in this now moment, what's the lesson for me? What's the message, the truth for me to take out into my day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Well, maybe it would be good if you did this too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "OK, so where do I put them?" I thought about my cottonwood tree, and the other larger one that seems to hold energy as well - between the two of them, I think there's a balance of masculine and feminine. So, OK, both trees and then there's Our Lady of the Pond... and how about the place where the King of the Field Faeries came to watch me dance to release blocked energy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I didn't want anyone to feel "left out" so I started thinking of all the other trees and places on my property... I said to him, "So, just how many prayer sticks do you think I should make?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Well, one for each of the Spirits of the place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "You mean every tree? Every nook and cranny that is sacred and special to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laughed and said. "Don't put them everywhere, that would be crazy making!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm settled on making four - which seems a balanced number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-887503549918041872?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/887503549918041872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-prayer-sticks-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/887503549918041872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/887503549918041872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-prayer-sticks-again.html' title='Morning Meditation - Prayer Sticks Again'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7501237626191248576</id><published>2008-08-11T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:56:35.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - A Wishham Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I met a beautiful girl - a Wishham Bride decked out in her finest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very beautiful girl, she twirled around to show me all her finery. She was excited and happy about getting married. When I opened to her picture, my first thought was, "Well it's a done deal now - weddings mean vows and promises and life changes and commitment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to get a sense of who she was marrying, and an idea of where her life was headed. I was particularly interested because I have no clear idea of what it is that I have committed to and no rational clear cut goal. All I have is a blessing, a path, and some guides. I don't know what that jeweled city represents or where it lies in the "real" world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I was really hoping that she'd give me some insight about that - about "what does this commitment mean" and so that's one of the main reasons I was curious about and asking about her soon to be husband and the direction her life was taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that she said was, &lt;em&gt;"He's a good man."&lt;/em&gt; And then she was back showing me her dress and her jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that was fun. Her happiness was infectious. Then she said, &lt;em&gt;"This is not about what my life will be like. And it's not about where your life is going. This is not about the future. This is about enjoying this moment."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(About finding joy in the now - is what came to me later when I was thinking about it, but that's not what she actually said. She said, "This is about enjoying this moment.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7501237626191248576?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7501237626191248576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-wishham-bride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7501237626191248576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7501237626191248576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-wishham-bride.html' title='Morning Meditation - A Wishham Bride'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3033290498288811183</id><published>2008-08-10T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:43:54.677-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day - Taking Stock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Before embarking on any major step of the Way, it is well to take full stock of where we are and what we know of the starting point."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;~Evelyn Eaton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3033290498288811183?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3033290498288811183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-for-day-taking-stock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3033290498288811183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3033290498288811183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/09/thought-for-day-taking-stock.html' title='Thought for the Day - Taking Stock'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7716036401295087265</id><published>2008-08-10T09:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:45:06.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Three Guides</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened in the space of a week. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I've given up all the blogs except one (&lt;a href="http://gypsymagicspells.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gypsy Magic&lt;/a&gt;, for some reason, doesn't count) and I'm sitting in my chair in my meditation room watching the leaves on the cottonwood tree dance and spin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mind is racing and spinning - what to post, how to go about the process of letting the blogs go, what to say about it, the order in which to do it - all that.... realizing also that I'm still clinging, in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about yesterday's meditation, and saw myself picking up a yo-yo out of that pile of stuff to leave behind. And, knowing I should leave it - and yet there it is, staying in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looks down at me and says, "Leave it here." so I try, but it keeps sticking to my hand. She says, "Put it down, it's the devil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that she's right, and that by "devil" she doesn't mean evil or "scary bad," what she means is that it's tempting, so very tempting, and that if I givein to it, I'll be selling my soul - selling out - whatever or however you want to label it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I put it down under a tree and when, like a yo-yo it came back, I put it down again. I can see how this is going to be a process, because even while I'm writing this, I can feel it back in the palm of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might need an EXORCISM to rid myself of the EVIL YO-YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't even my meditation. I hadn't even opened the book yet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I opened the book with the thought, "OK. Now what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there they were, my friends and allies, &lt;a href="http://http//feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-through-badlands-and.html"&gt;Red Hawk, Crazy Thunder, and Holy Skin&lt;/a&gt;. These are the same guys that showed up to help me with the &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-ceremony-to-activate.html"&gt;ceremony to release blocked energy&lt;/a&gt;, and now here they are again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I said, "Where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;And they replied, "Through the Badlands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like... ok... badlands, huh....Sounds scary and interesting - like one of those adventures that's mostly fun AFTER it's over and you've lived through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm game. I'm up for it. I really do want my life to be an adventure, and i really do want to live on the edge. Safe and comfortable for too long makes me lazy and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... those were my thoughts. And it also occurred to me that the three of them must be my "guides" in a real sense, and that it might be good to honor that in some way... back in the day... if I was a Sioux and had dreamed them, I'd probably be painting their symbols on my teepee - my body - my drum - my horse - somewhere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about the big stick I found back last fall when my friend Daniel and I went on an adventure looking for fairies. I thought how it might be good to decorate it in some way... make it into a staff of sorts. Maybe three - strings - strips - feathers - something - waving from the top? It wasn't clear, but I did take this to be a first step in knowing what to do with that stick/staff/wand/linear kimana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I turned to them and I said, "Well, OK, Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at each other and laughed, "I think she needs a horse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was a horse, he was black and wild - he was a pinto pony - he was changing shape and color too fast for me to pinpoint exactly what he looked like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was on him, and he was rearing up. We were just itching to ride and ride hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at them with the quextion, "Why don't I know what he looks like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "He's a Spirit Horse. He is who and what he wants to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the horse seemed to settle into the form of a pony, with two feathers tied into his mane and a white hand print on top of a big brown patch on his rump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were ready to go. I felt the excitment building... and started whooping and hollering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three guides looked at each other and smiled, the way you smile about a silly child that you love. And we started off. They opted for a leisurely pace, conserving energy (I thought) for the hard times to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7716036401295087265?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7716036401295087265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-three-guides.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7716036401295087265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7716036401295087265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-three-guides.html' title='Morning Meditation - Three Guides'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7736748201099102606</id><published>2008-08-09T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:05:17.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Song For The Dead</title><content type='html'>We are beating the drums &lt;br /&gt;and singing the songs &lt;br /&gt;having a great feast for the dead &lt;br /&gt;for our children are gone &lt;br /&gt;and none remain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back my nephew we miss you &lt;br /&gt;Come back my daughter we miss you &lt;br /&gt;Come back my son we miss you &lt;br /&gt;Come back our lost ones we miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back we are lonely &lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;Come back we are lonely &lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;Come back we are weeping &lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;Come back we are asking &lt;br /&gt;Where have you gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back my brother &lt;br /&gt;Come back my sister &lt;br /&gt;Come back my father &lt;br /&gt;Come back my mother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will sing a song for you &lt;br /&gt;We will follow the river to the sea &lt;br /&gt;And add our tears to the waves &lt;br /&gt;The tide will rise &lt;br /&gt;The tide will fall &lt;br /&gt;The night will come &lt;br /&gt;The night will go &lt;br /&gt;You will not come &lt;br /&gt;You are gone. &lt;br /&gt;Where did you go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are singing our sorrow &lt;br /&gt;We are singing our grief &lt;br /&gt;We are singing our farewell &lt;br /&gt;and our puzzlement &lt;br /&gt;Why did you go? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/155017245X?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=theprosproj-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=155017245X"&gt;Daughters of Copper Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=theprosproj-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=155017245X" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7736748201099102606?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7736748201099102606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-for-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7736748201099102606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7736748201099102606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/song-for-dead.html' title='Song For The Dead'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4756201841282930867</id><published>2008-08-09T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:38:02.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I'm &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/08/it-might-be-goodbye.html"&gt;wiffle waffling and angsting over the blogs&lt;/a&gt; - the picture blogs in particular - but they do seem to be tangled up with the others as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I did my morning meditation I asked specifically if I could get some insight into what to do about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to Tsatsalatksa - a strong, beautiful, Skokomish woman. She wouldn't make direct eye contact with me. She kept looking over my head off into the distance. As I merged into the picture I found myself standing with her on a road at the top of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the "dream" I was a child, she the mother. I was looking backward, she was looking forward. Gently, she reached down and with her hands on my shoulders, she turned me around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far on the horizon was a beautiful city. She said, "Do you see that?" And I knew &lt;strong&gt;that &lt;/strong&gt;was where we were headed. We started walking and trailing behind me was a wagon piled high with my various stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, this is too apt, too symbolic, I must be making it up. So I tried to forget about the stuff, to NOT see it, to NOT imagine it, but still the wagon full of stuff persisted. So finally, I gave in and accepted that it was there for a reason and a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked down at me and said, "Let it go." and I said, "But I need it." and she said, "Let it go." and I said, "But I need it." and she said, "Let it go." and I said, "But I want it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very patient. The dialogue continued. She would say, "Let it go." And I would say, "But I like it." "But what if I need it." "But what if it comes in handy later?" "But what about other people who like it." "But I love it." "But it's fun and interesting." "But... But.... But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to each "But.." She would reply, "Let it go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she reached down and unclenched my fingers from the handle of the wagon. The whole time, I'm saying, "But... But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when I wasn't hanging on to the wagon any more, the stuff was still following us, attached by a string that I was holding in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Really, you must let it go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I did try, but I just couldn't seem to cut myself off from it. So she stopped and pointed at the beautiful city on the horizon, glowing and shimmering with golden light. "That's where we are going, you need to let this other go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed down the hill, and I saw before us valleys and forests, cliffs and dangerous territory. I knew that if I tried to drag my noisy, bulky, heavy wagon through all that - we would surely fail. Maybe even die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That journey looked exciting, and interesting, adventuresome and dangerous. I let go of the string and the wagon. It felt so scary and vulnerable to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off again. "But wait," I said. "I need some stuff. I need to get some stuff out of it to take with us." She didn't let go of my hand so that I could run back and rifle through the wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and said, "What do you have in your pockets?" And suddenly they were bulging with stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I pulled out was a whistle. "You can take this," she said, "it might come in handy." I had a small flash of being in a dark scary forest, playing the whistle and finding courage, maybe even faeries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted that I empty my pockets. So much stuff - a candle, knives, sticks, gum, lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing she let me keep was the whistle. I felt very naked as we turned and began to walk down the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I'm thinking that whistle is this one little blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4756201841282930867?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4756201841282930867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4756201841282930867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4756201841282930867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-letting-go.html' title='Morning Meditation - Letting Go'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-9172669088194046343</id><published>2008-08-02T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:04:47.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>This is a day of change!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.slide.com/s/dCQewhLixj9oBFQJpFavEUO0Z2c9BBEj?referrer=hlnk"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea55399/1/72/rvEe7-9L6z8YfzP8vgdEppn0XbyBTFN3.jpg" border="0" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice mountain melted&lt;br /&gt;ages ago&lt;br /&gt;and made this ridge,&lt;br /&gt;this place of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are rooted in it,&lt;br /&gt;we of the old ones,&lt;br /&gt;we of the new ones from afar,&lt;br /&gt;oat grass meadow, Douglas fir thicket,&lt;br /&gt;we are rooted in the ridge of changes in the time of changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winds carry strange smells, this is a day of change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great ones above and below, bless us!&lt;br /&gt;O shining One above, feed us with your light!&lt;br /&gt;O soft ones, sky darkeners, wash us with your raindrops!&lt;br /&gt;O powers above us, bless us with your gifts,&lt;br /&gt;for we reach up to you,&lt;br /&gt;branching wood and sap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Earthmother from whom we grow,&lt;br /&gt;sandy gravel into whom our roots branch wood and sap deep down,&lt;br /&gt;bless us in our night-sleep, in our death and decay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless us, dark earth as we give back&lt;br /&gt;that which we have received&lt;br /&gt;as we make a forest of blessing a ridge of blessings&lt;br /&gt;for the future to grow upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Chinook Psalter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-9172669088194046343?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/9172669088194046343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-day-of-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/9172669088194046343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/9172669088194046343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-day-of-change.html' title='This is a day of change!'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3429076224328418687</id><published>2008-08-02T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:04:25.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Morning Song</title><content type='html'>Beautiful image today of the Spokane River and a group of Yakima tribesmen. I kind of just fell into the picture. So beautiful. And when I did, I saw myself walking toward them dressed in native costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I came up to them, I started to sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to share that song here, because as soon as the meditation was over,  I realized later that it was a power song, given to me for a specific purpose and intention. And as such, it's not to be shared in this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was, really neat! Wow! So totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3429076224328418687?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3429076224328418687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-morning-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3429076224328418687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3429076224328418687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-morning-song.html' title='Morning Meditation - Morning Song'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4151586431664829272</id><published>2008-08-01T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:32:12.002-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guided meditation'/><title type='text'>Focus on symbols or goals</title><content type='html'>Sit quietly and focus (visually) on a symbol, picture, or object related to some goal or project. As you maintain focus on the subject your patterns link and change. The usual effect is that initially you begin to get a flow of ideas, old and new, about the subject. If there is tension to begin with in your relationship with the subject or what it represents, you body may express that tension for a while, but as you continue the focus there will be a release and a new relationship pattern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/5160031/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/5160031_836b8140d8_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a good meditation for clearing up relationships with people, places, money, success, or any goal-oriented endeavor, as well as for stimulating a flow of creative ideas in relation to it. Many people are doing this without realizing it when studying, planning, or working. The third thing this exercise does is set up a resonance that begins to attract the nearest equivalent to what you are focusing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A useful variation is to focus on a symbol, picture, or object related to a problem in your life. This may upset a lot of people who say they don't want to give energy to their problems by focusing on them, but this focus is different. When you focus on a problem with a calm attitude of positive expectation and nonjudgment, the problem changes because you change. You may get different insights or realizations about it, or conditions surrounding the problem may change without your conscious knowledge or effort, but something will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often say that it is easier to resolve a problem if you make peace with it first, and that is what this exercise helps you to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~Serge Kahili King via &lt;a href="http://theprosperityproject.blogspot.com/2008/07/focus-on-symbols-or-goals.html"&gt;The Prosperity Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4151586431664829272?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4151586431664829272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/focus-on-symbols-or-goals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4151586431664829272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4151586431664829272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/focus-on-symbols-or-goals.html' title='Focus on symbols or goals'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2996386640498630496</id><published>2008-08-01T08:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:33:23.802-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - with Spotted Jack Rabbit</title><content type='html'>Friday August 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I found myself with Spotted Jack Rabbit. Actually - let me back up a minute - I've been reading The Way of the Shaman by Michael Harner, and have decided to do all of his exercizes in order and in depth. So I was thinking about that right before I opened the book and found myself face to face with Spotted Jack Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put his hands on my head, and I realized that I was kneeling in front of him, which surprised me because that's never happened before and was totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his hands on my head, he began praying in his own language which I did not understand. As he was praying, he reached up and pulled water out of the air and sprinkled my head with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he reached down and picked up a handful of earth and sprinkled that on my head too. He then blew smoke in my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just wondering about the element of fire (I'd just had water earth and air) when he picked up two sticks that were on fire. I thought of them as "fire sticks" and he put them in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He motioned me to bring my hands (holding the sticks) up over my head. I turned now, and saw that behind me was a mound of sticks and branches - I struck the mound with the fire sticks and it burst into flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there was a big ceremonial fire, and there were dancers all around it. And I joined in the dancing, circling once around the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw a blanket on the ground, and I lay down on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotted Jack Rabbit covered me with another blanket, said more prayers, and then began piling stones on top of me until I was covered except for my head. "He's grounding me," I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Call now to Great Spirit," and I called, and he said "Call now to Great Spirit," and I called, and he said "Call now to Great Spirit," and I called. This continued for a while until it became a kind of a chant. And then I saw darkness and a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said, "Help me and be on my side. Support me. Help me... be on my side. I will do my best to walk the good red road... help me please and be on my side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any real idea if Great Spirit would help me or not, I opened my eyes (in the dream) and the dancers were around me, and they lifted the pallet I was laying on - the blanket which now had branches underneath it. They tilted it up so the rocks fell down, and amazingly none hit my feet. The blanket covering me slid off, and I was standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realized that my hands were tied to the framework of the pallet that had just been lifted. I turned my back to the fire and walkled backwards toward it until the branches caught fire and burned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blanket burned away, and my clothes... the fire was not hot. It did not burn me, but the clothes, the blanket, and the pallet went up in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my hair caught on fire and burned away, then my skin, and my body, and I became a "shining one" and I danced around the fire with the others who were now shining ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard him callime me back. I heard him calling me back, calling me back, and everythign seemed to morph backwards really fast and soon I found myself kneeling in front of Spotted Jack Rabbit, and his hands were on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought - this is a blessing - an initiation - an acceptance of my decision to pursue the shamanic training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood up and he smiled at me and ruffled my hair. I gave him a hug. He was pleased, I could see, but he brushed it off as if to say... "Aww... it was nothing really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2996386640498630496?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2996386640498630496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-with-spotted-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2996386640498630496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2996386640498630496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-with-spotted-jack.html' title='Morning Meditation - with Spotted Jack Rabbit'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6809833128748768796</id><published>2008-07-31T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:15:38.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal totems'/><title type='text'>Chapungu? What does it mean?</title><content type='html'>The word, pronounced “Cha-POONG-goo,” is a metaphor for the Bateleur eagle, a powerful bird of prey that can fly up to 300 miles a day at 30 to 50 miles per hour. The bird’s characteristic markings are black feathers with white underneath its long wings, a bright red face and legs, a short tail and black beak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It measures 24 inches long, with a five-and-a-half to six-foot wingspan, and weighs four to six and a half pounds. It is commonly found south of the Sahara Desert in the savannahs, open forests and semi-deserts of central and southern Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4955818/"&gt;&lt;img height="280" alt="birdsofprey_bateleur_03_10" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4955818_8d308c919f_o.jpg" width="380" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shona people believe the Chapungu bird is a good omen, bringing protection and good fortune. Pretty cool, isn't he? &lt;a href="http://morecoolpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/chapungu-bird.html"&gt;See more pictures of this cool bird&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6809833128748768796?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6809833128748768796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapungu-what-does-it-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6809833128748768796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6809833128748768796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapungu-what-does-it-mean.html' title='Chapungu? What does it mean?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4891286366509187000</id><published>2008-07-31T21:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:16:39.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual art'/><title type='text'>The Chapungu Sculpture Exhibit</title><content type='html'>This remarkable exhibit of contemporary African stone sculpture showcases more than 50 sculptures drawn from the collection of the &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapungu-what-does-it-mean.html"&gt;Chapungu &lt;/a&gt;Sculpture Park of Zimbabwe, Africa. They are the work of three generations of artists, most of whom are Shona. The Shona people are the majority ethnic group in Zimbabwe and have lived in southern Africa for more than 800 years. Their hand-carved works are made of serpentine, verdite, opal, cobalt and springstone, and vary in shades of yellow, brown, red, green and gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKvj4vgTqIo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKvj4vgTqIo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some pictures and more can be found &lt;a href="http://morecoolpictures.blogspot.com/2008/06/chapungo-sculpture-exhibit.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame" align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lophura/2454669077/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2454669077_3708c616a6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame" align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lophura/2455495278/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2157/2455495278_e83ddb4320.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame" align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lophura/2477856164/"&gt;&lt;img class="flickr-photo" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3034/2477856164_741f7c22e4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lophura/2477856164/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Powell Gardens - Chapungu Exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="flickr-frame" align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="flickr-caption"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;originally uploaded by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/lophura/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lophura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~via &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapungu-sculpture-exhibit.html"&gt;shirleytwofeathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4891286366509187000?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4891286366509187000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapungu-sculpture-exhibit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4891286366509187000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4891286366509187000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapungu-sculpture-exhibit.html' title='The Chapungu Sculpture Exhibit'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2454669077_3708c616a6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3227705880856655923</id><published>2008-07-31T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:10:33.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Building</title><content type='html'>Today I pulled up the "Terraced Houses of the Zuni" which was right next to the "&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-kiva-of-north.html"&gt;Kiva of the North&lt;/a&gt;" and my first thought was "One thing builds on another." But I knew that was just me remembering the other image and not really getting "into" this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I just sat there with the book and the picture... not really finding a way into it, not seeing or hearing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I heard this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are building something. How high do you want it to go? How complicated do you want it to be? At what point does it become too much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, later, I'm wondering also about firm foundations and structural integrity, and the importance of community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to what was it referring? I'm not sure. Maybe I don't even know what I'm building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3227705880856655923?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3227705880856655923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-building.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3227705880856655923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3227705880856655923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-building.html' title='Morning Meditation - Building'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7899186996278972486</id><published>2008-07-30T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:45:29.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Things a Shaman Sees</title><content type='html'>Everything that is&lt;br /&gt;is alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a steep river bank&lt;br /&gt;there's a voice that speaks&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the master of that voice&lt;br /&gt;he bowed to me&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with him&lt;br /&gt;he answers all my questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that is&lt;br /&gt;is alive&lt;br /&gt;little gray bird&lt;br /&gt;little blue breast&lt;br /&gt;sings in a hollow bough&lt;br /&gt;she calls her spirits dances&lt;br /&gt;sings her shaman songs&lt;br /&gt;woodpecker on a tree&lt;br /&gt;that's his drum&lt;br /&gt;he's got a drumming nose&lt;br /&gt;and the tree shakes&lt;br /&gt;cries out like a drum&lt;br /&gt;when the axe bites its side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at these things answer&lt;br /&gt;my call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything that is&lt;br /&gt;is alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lantern walks around&lt;br /&gt;the walls of this house have tongues&lt;br /&gt;even this bowl has its own true home&lt;br /&gt;the hides asleep in their bags&lt;br /&gt;were up talking all night&lt;br /&gt;antlers on the graves&lt;br /&gt;rise and circle the mounds&lt;br /&gt;while the dead themselves get up&lt;br /&gt;and go visit the living ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~David Cloutier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7899186996278972486?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7899186996278972486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-shaman-sees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7899186996278972486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7899186996278972486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-shaman-sees.html' title='Things a Shaman Sees'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8360587694256078931</id><published>2008-07-30T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:44:48.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Everything is Alive</title><content type='html'>Today when I settled in with my book and began the Morning Meditation. I turned to a picture of a stairway path up a mesa somewhere in the desert southwest. As I focused on the picture, I found myself there, in that place. I could hear the sound of crickets? cicadas? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot and dry. There was a small breath of wind but not much. Off in the distance I could barely make out a small herd of what might possibly have been antelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to go up the rocky stairway, and as I did, I wondered what it was that I wasn't seeing. Then I heard the rattle of a rattlesnake. I didn't see on on the rocks by my feet, or in the crevices of stone around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it I must have made it up, imagined it... then I looked up and there in front of me at the top of the stairway was a huge rattlesnake. He was way bigger than me, so I knew he must be a "spirit" snake - a protecting energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew immediately that if I hadn't seen him or if now that I had, if I disregarded him that he would prick me with his two sharp teeth and a slow poisoning would begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how many hikers had come to this same spot and behaved disrespectfully and unknowingly been bitten. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I searched my mind for what I could do to appease him. It occurred to me that snakes like eggs, so I pulled several eggs out of my rucksack and gave them to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He swallowed them whole and then slipped down the stairs and into a hole in the stone. He watched me for a moment and then his eyes closed and he went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued up the steps until I came out on top. It was very beautiful and stark - I looked down and saw arrowheads at my feet. I picked one up, looked at it, and then realized that it would be wrong to take it,  gently I put it back where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I wondered what it was that I wasn't seeing. And when I looked around I saw a small tree, and she was alive - and the stones too. I could see that they lived. Everything around me was full of life and intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached down and patted one of the rocks. It was warm to the touch. I thought. Wow! Everything that is IS alive. Which is something that I already knew in my head, but had never experienced in such a visual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8360587694256078931?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8360587694256078931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-everything-is-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8360587694256078931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8360587694256078931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-everything-is-alive.html' title='Morning Meditation - Everything is Alive'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4538113894112859883</id><published>2008-07-29T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:48:03.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Not Easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is not easy to be a Witch, a bender, a shaper, one of the Wise; nor is it safe, comfortable, "laid back", mellow, uplifting, or a guarantee of peace of mind. It requires openness, vulnerability, courage, and work. It gives no answers, only tasks to be done, and questions to consider.... It functions in those deeper ways of knowing which our culture has denied, and for which we hunger. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Starhawk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4538113894112859883?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4538113894112859883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4538113894112859883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4538113894112859883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-easy.html' title='Not Easy'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7906554406219675129</id><published>2008-07-29T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:21:18.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Out of Balance</title><content type='html'>I was really off my schedule today, and it wasn't morning anymore when I finally sat down to do the meditation. I opened to someone I've visited with before. A &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-drumming-and-dancing.html"&gt;Klamath grandfather&lt;/a&gt;. He looked me and said, &lt;em&gt;"Woman, what are you doing?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured he was referring to how late I was in getting my meditation time started, so I said, &lt;em&gt;"I know..."&lt;/em&gt; and mumbled on about how I'm tired, and goofing off this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;em&gt;"Balance - you have to get some balance!"&lt;/em&gt; And I thought about how many times this week I've allowed &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-awesome.html"&gt;my schedule&lt;/a&gt; to get out of control, how I've been slacking on my self care, and getting all caught up in blogging and being on the internet til 3am. My schedule, when I stick to it, gives me a nice balance - and I feel better about myself and about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the thought occured to me - maybe it's not really this little elder talking to me, maybe it's my own mind, feeling guilty about blowing off the things that feed me spiritually and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I cleared my mind as best I could, and started over. He said, &lt;em&gt;"This is a serious business. You don't go on a vision quest and then spend your time playing with the rocks. You don't go on the warpath and then stop to play in the flowers. You are on a journey... don't get side tracked. Get your balance back - stay focused."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... sounds clear enough. It's early to bed for me tonight! And back on track in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7906554406219675129?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7906554406219675129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7906554406219675129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7906554406219675129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-of-balance.html' title='Morning Meditation - Out of Balance'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2219034244738068745</id><published>2008-07-28T19:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:51:52.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mythology'/><title type='text'>La Loba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RyrIHnQxKlI/AAAAAAAAHCI/iU56dxqfTPI/s1600-h/WithWolvesByBoulet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128131158838684242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="La Loba" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RyrIHnQxKlI/AAAAAAAAHCI/iU56dxqfTPI/s400/WithWolvesByBoulet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows in their souls but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is circumspect, often hairy, always fat, and especially wishes to evade most company. She is both a crower and a cackler, generally having more animal sounds than human ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian territory. Or that she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. Perhaps she will be seen traveling south to Monte Alban in a burnt out car with the back window shot out. Or maybe she will be spotted standing by the highway near El Paso, or riding shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico, or walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She calls herself by many names: &lt;em&gt;La Huesera&lt;/em&gt;, Bone Woman; &lt;em&gt;La Trapera&lt;/em&gt;, The Gatherer; and &lt;em&gt;La Loba&lt;/em&gt;, Wolf Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sole work of &lt;em&gt;La Loba&lt;/em&gt; is the collecting of bones. She collects and preserves especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She creeps and crawls and sifts through the mountains, and arroyos, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when she is sure, she stands over the &lt;em&gt;criatura&lt;/em&gt;, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. &lt;em&gt;La Loba&lt;/em&gt; sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; its tail curls upward, shaggy and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;em&gt;La Loba&lt;/em&gt; sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still &lt;em&gt;La Loba&lt;/em&gt; sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for &lt;em&gt;La Loba&lt;/em&gt; may take a liking to you and show you something - something of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~from Women Who Run With the Wolves&lt;br /&gt;by Clarissa Pinkola Estes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-loba.html"&gt;shirleytwofeathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2219034244738068745?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2219034244738068745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-loba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2219034244738068745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2219034244738068745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-loba.html' title='La Loba'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RyrIHnQxKlI/AAAAAAAAHCI/iU56dxqfTPI/s72-c/WithWolvesByBoulet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2026358121700370300</id><published>2008-07-28T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:28:03.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day - Emotional Baggage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We have to become more conscious of our feeling-world. By learning to identify the ‘emotional baggage’ and manage our feeling-world reactions, we can view life based on current information instead of being held captive by our past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Doc Childre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2026358121700370300?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2026358121700370300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-for-day-emotional-baggage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2026358121700370300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2026358121700370300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/thought-for-day-emotional-baggage.html' title='Thought for the Day - Emotional Baggage'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3359117158986106354</id><published>2008-07-28T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:35:48.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Kachina Dolls</title><content type='html'>Kachina Dolls - that's what came up today. &lt;br /&gt;And almost immediately, this is what I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your "stuff" all dolled up and ready to GO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3359117158986106354?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3359117158986106354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-kachina-dolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3359117158986106354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3359117158986106354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-kachina-dolls.html' title='Morning Meditation - Kachina Dolls'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-996979689157981712</id><published>2008-07-27T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:45:14.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><title type='text'>The Ten Commandments of Endurance</title><content type='html'>by Marshall Ulrich, &lt;br /&gt;one of the greatest extreme athletes in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Expect a journey and a battle &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Focus on the present and set intermediate goals &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't dwell on the negative &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transcend the physical &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Accept your fate &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have confidence that you will succeed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know that there will be an end &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Suffering is okay &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be kind to yourself &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quitting is not an option &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-996979689157981712?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/996979689157981712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-commandments-of-endurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/996979689157981712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/996979689157981712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/ten-commandments-of-endurance.html' title='The Ten Commandments of Endurance'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8452412171907182699</id><published>2008-07-27T07:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:41:52.937-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Doing something big</title><content type='html'>So, today I got the very same guys as &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-life-is-to-live-in.html"&gt;yesterday&lt;/a&gt;. And they were saying pretty much the same things as yesterday, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. Finally after spending a fair amount of time second guessing myself, I asked the war chief what he thought. He said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Looks like you're getting ready to do something..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8452412171907182699?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8452412171907182699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-doing-something-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8452412171907182699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8452412171907182699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-doing-something-big.html' title='Morning Meditation - Doing something big'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7074263263996502561</id><published>2008-07-26T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:12:53.151-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Strikes Two Woman</title><content type='html'>This small story, told by Pretty Shield, a famous Crow shaman, is about Strikes Two, a powerful woman shaman and warrior who rode out bravely against Lakota tribesmen who attacked her village. I want to be her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwR5l5yjrzI/AAAAAAAAGhY/I2AgWqdgncY/s1600-h/Beloved_Woman_Warrior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117348768674721586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwR5l5yjrzI/AAAAAAAAGhY/I2AgWqdgncY/s400/Beloved_Woman_Warrior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw Strikes Two, a woman sixty years old, riding around camp on a gray horse. She carried only her root-digger, and she was singing her medicine song as though Lakota bullets and arrows were not flying around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard her say, "Now all of you sing: 'They are whipped. They are running away.' Keep singing these words until I come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the men, and even the women, began to sing as Strikes Two told them, she rode straight out at the Lakota waving her root-digger, and singing that song. I saw her, I heard her, and my heart swelled, because she was a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lakota, afraid of her medicine, turned and ran away. The fight was won, and by a woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~source: &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2007/10/strikes-two-woman.html"&gt;shirleytwofeathers&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7074263263996502561?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7074263263996502561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/strikes-two-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7074263263996502561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7074263263996502561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/strikes-two-woman.html' title='Strikes Two Woman'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwR5l5yjrzI/AAAAAAAAGhY/I2AgWqdgncY/s72-c/Beloved_Woman_Warrior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8639008150446382620</id><published>2008-07-26T09:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:13:50.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Life is to live in</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today found me visiting with &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting-for-signal.html"&gt;a war party&lt;/a&gt; - just getting ready and heading out - a series of four pictures. I've talked to them before... This is what they said to me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, make your plans.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, send out scouts.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, dream on it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, smoke on it.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, make your offerings.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, make your peace.&lt;br /&gt;And yes ride out, singing your death song, singing your power song, singing your war song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is to live in, not to hide under.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8639008150446382620?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8639008150446382620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-life-is-to-live-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8639008150446382620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8639008150446382620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-life-is-to-live-in.html' title='Morning Meditation - Life is to live in'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-220971757375344604</id><published>2008-07-25T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:19:12.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritual'/><title type='text'>Suggested Ritual for Hanging a Dream Catcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKeeJyjrVI/AAAAAAAAGdo/hslD0OrlpEE/s1600-h/blue-feathers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116826367507541330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKeeJyjrVI/AAAAAAAAGdo/hslD0OrlpEE/s400/blue-feathers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ritual is important because it triggers your subconscious mind into action. In this way the dream catcher becomes an extension of yourself and does what you want it to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before hanging your dream catcher, go through your house and thoughtfully decide in what room you wish to hang your dream catcher. Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you want it by a window where it will catch rays of light? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you want it over a television set where it may act as a filtering system catching any negative vibrations that can steal in and rob your family of peace and calm, allowing only what is worthy of being remembered to pass through? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you want it over your baby's crib so that while the innocent one sleeps its mind will be blessed with joy and peace? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next step is to clear the room of negativity and create a sacred space by &lt;a href="http://mandalamadness.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-is-smudge.html"&gt;smudging&lt;/a&gt;. If you are uncomfortable with smudging, do what feels comfortable to you. The idea is to clear out negativity and set an intention that this is a sacred, magical, or special object that you are welcoming into your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you clear the space, hang the dream catcher and then say a thank you or a prayer to the six directions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the Creator, the Never-Ending force that is all, I thank you. (speak directly to Creator Spirit within you)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To Mother Earth, the place of nurturing and hope, I thank you. (speak directly to the earth below your feet). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the Spirit of the North, the place of winter and intuitive understanding, of healing, and the place of beginnings and endings, I thank you. (speak facing the direction of North)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spirit of the East, where the sun rises, the place of new beginnings and the promise of Spring, I think you. (speak facing the direction of East)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spirit of the South, place of Summer and rapid growth, the place of our heart and emotions, and the place where we learn survival, and develop a trust in life, I think you. (speak facing the direction of South)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spirit of the West, where the sun sets and we find healing and self knowledge that gives us the power to use our head and our hearts to serve and to teach, I thank you. (speak facing the direction of West)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you do this ritual, allow yourself to become aware of the higher power of the Universe called by many names: Great Spirit, Heavenly Father, God, Wakan-Tanka, Jehovah, Allah, The Ascendant, All That Is, and allow yourself to feel the presence of the Power within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, face the dream catcher , and speak out loud to it and tell the dream catcher what you want it to do. Speak to the object as a friend, for it is your friend, an aspect of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close by thanking it it for the goodness it will perform.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~via &lt;a href="http://mandalamadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/suggested-ritual-for-hanging-dream.html"&gt;Mandala Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-220971757375344604?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/220971757375344604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/suggested-ritual-for-hanging-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/220971757375344604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/220971757375344604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/suggested-ritual-for-hanging-dream.html' title='Suggested Ritual for Hanging a Dream Catcher'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKeeJyjrVI/AAAAAAAAGdo/hslD0OrlpEE/s72-c/blue-feathers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-249055171473709353</id><published>2008-07-25T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:18:21.789-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Native American Dreamcatchers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKLOpyjrPI/AAAAAAAAGc4/F47mAEji8zA/s1600-h/dreamcatcher1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116805210498641138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKLOpyjrPI/AAAAAAAAGc4/F47mAEji8zA/s400/dreamcatcher1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Native American dreamcatchers are wonderful mandala forms. It is believed that the origin of the Native American dreamcatcher (or Indian dreamcatchers) is from the Ojibway Chippewa tribe. The Ojibway would tie strands of sinew string around a frame of bent wood that was in a small round or tear drop shape. The patterns of the dreamcatcher would be similar to how these Native Americans tied the webbing for their snowshoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditionally, Native American dreamcatchers were only a few inches in diameter and would be finished with a feather hanging from the webbing. Wrapping the frame in leather would be pretty common too as another finishing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, Native American Ojibway dreamcatchers were made as a charm to protect sleeping children from nightmares. The legend is that the dreamcatcher will catch one’s dreams in the night. The bad dreams will get caught in the dreamcatcher’s webbing and disappear with the morning sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the good dreams will find their way to the center of the dreamcatcher and float down the feather. The Native American dreamcatcher is therefore considered a filter allowing only good, pleasant dreams to get through. Dreamcatchers are also believed to bless those who are sleeping with good luck and harmony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;~via &lt;a href="http://mandalamadness.blogspot.com/2007/10/native-american-dreamcatchers.html"&gt;Mandala Madness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-249055171473709353?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/249055171473709353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/native-american-dreamcatchers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/249055171473709353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/249055171473709353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/native-american-dreamcatchers.html' title='Native American Dreamcatchers'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKLOpyjrPI/AAAAAAAAGc4/F47mAEji8zA/s72-c/dreamcatcher1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2779220538773001100</id><published>2008-07-25T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:30:00.477-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Waiting for the Snake Racers Again</title><content type='html'>I got that little boy &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-snake-racing-again.html"&gt;waiting for the return of the Snake Racers&lt;/a&gt; again. What the heck is up with him and me? He doesn't talk to me really, he just looks at me, seemingly desperately unhappy about posing for the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it occurred to me that maybe this picture isn't about him telling me something about me. Maybe it isn't about me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent some time really getting connected in the hope that I would discover something about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is very sad - deaths in the family - more than one. His father drinks and beats his mother who, in turn takes it out on the boy. Often he hides and is frightened. He is very ashamed of this fear and works hard to cover it up with attitude. He loves his uncle and wants to be like him and live with him. His uncle is one of the Snake Dancers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this all mean to me? I don't know, maybe when the Snake Racers return, I'll find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2779220538773001100?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2779220538773001100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-waiting-for-snake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2779220538773001100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2779220538773001100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-waiting-for-snake.html' title='Morning Meditation - Waiting for the Snake Racers Again'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1003942273514357233</id><published>2008-07-25T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:19:38.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotional healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought for the Day'/><title type='text'>Thought for the Day - Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Instead of resisting any emotion, the best way to dispel it is to enter it fully, embrace it and see through your resistance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Deepak Chopra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1003942273514357233?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1003942273514357233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-for-day-emotions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1003942273514357233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1003942273514357233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-for-day-emotions.html' title='Thought for the Day - Emotions'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1793549509051452544</id><published>2008-07-24T09:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:41:27.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Prayer Sticks</title><content type='html'>Today, I happened onto a person placing a prayer stick next to a clear spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about that for a while, how good it is to honor not just the sacred places, but the beautiful and useful ones as well. I said something to him about that, and he said,&lt;em&gt; "It's what we do."&lt;/em&gt; and the way he said it was so matter of fact, it was like a "given" - almost like a "so what." He seemed a little taken aback that this isn't something I (we) do routinely in this time and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to find some meaning, some significance to it, my intellect was working over time, and I found it hard to relax into the moment and &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-what-matters.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;just "be" there&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "Maybe you should do this too."And, of course now my mind is off and running, designing prayer sticks, making up all sorts of rules and regulations about where, when, why, and how to use them. Pretty soon I had an eBay store up and running... LOL. The &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/05/snake-racing.html" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;snake racers&lt;/a&gt; were having a hey day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know, maybe I could make one... paint a snake on it... I don't know. Maybe the message is more simple, like... pay attention and be respectful of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1793549509051452544?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1793549509051452544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-prayer-sticks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1793549509051452544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1793549509051452544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-prayer-sticks.html' title='Morning Meditation - Prayer Sticks'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5732350867528134784</id><published>2008-07-23T15:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:40:53.094-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><title type='text'>Peace Be Still</title><content type='html'>Several months ago, I was working with a friend, doing some exercises of playing with and manipulating energy, I received a message from my guides. It was: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Peace be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/em&gt; The next day, the following meditation showed up in my inbox. I'm sharing it here, as it occurs to me that stillness is the first step to connection, and it is connection (with energy, matter, spirit, other people, nature, etc) that my morning meditation was all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/5446727/" title="Zooomr Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/5446727_2062536f2c.jpg" width="500" height="361" alt="12085582228VJRhMM" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Description:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Striving after stillness does nothing but create confusion. Stillness cannot be achieved: it is already the case. To see the lie of striving after stillness is to fall into deep silence. There is nothing more to do, hence the stillness. What can you do? There is really nothing to be done. Doing is not going to help. Only being is going to transform you, not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When and Where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sit and just be. Or stand and just be. For a few moments allow the inner stillness to be there. IT IS THERE - JUST ALLOW IT. If the mind is too busy, or emotions are in turmoil, then try one of the &lt;a href="http://www.pragito.com/nmanagerpro/inc/rdr.asp?a=1818c245694c33" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;expressive techniques&lt;/a&gt;, for example laughter, gibberish, dancing, dynamic. These techniques help you to release tensions and then just be, suffused with stillness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benefits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In your utter helplessness, in your surrender you find the inner silence and stillness. This is the silence that transforms, not the silence that you try and impose on yourself. That is not real silence, it is created silence. And how can your doing go deeper than your being. When you have utterly failed, when you have seen your ultimate failure and you have seen that there is no possibility and no hope for you to succeed, what will you do in that silence? You will just be there. All has stopped. The mind no more spins any thoughts. And that silence is being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pragito Dove&lt;br /&gt;Discover Meditation Training Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pragito.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.pragito.com/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5732350867528134784?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5732350867528134784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-be-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5732350867528134784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5732350867528134784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-be-still.html' title='Peace Be Still'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-173079023761238635</id><published>2008-07-23T09:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:06:01.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stillness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - This is what matters</title><content type='html'>Met an old guy today. He was really cute, cute in the way that people are when they are really old and still sharp in the mind, but not taking themselves too seriously any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he motioned for me to sit next to him. He put his arm around me, and we sat companionably quite, watching the leaves on the cottonwood tree, listening to them dance in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;em&gt;"This is what matters. Do it more often."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about how I tend to rush through my day. Yes, I take time to meditate, and yes, I say "hello" to the sun - I even do spend more time outside enjoying the outside. But even when I'm doing all that, it's like my mind is racing. I'm thinking about this and planning that and going to do this and say that. It's no wonder that I keep pulling up that boy who is not too happily waiting for the snake racer's return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really settled and still ever. I don't allow myself to feel comforted and loved very often either. Interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-173079023761238635?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/173079023761238635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-what-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/173079023761238635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/173079023761238635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-what-matters.html' title='Morning Meditation - This is what matters'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8375414788506153171</id><published>2008-07-22T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:33:48.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>To test life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To test life, to allow life itself to lead you and to care for you, is not a parlor game. In order to move into your way, you may have to put everything on the line. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Rick Jarow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8375414788506153171?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8375414788506153171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-test-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8375414788506153171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8375414788506153171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-test-life.html' title='To test life'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5111037453514671253</id><published>2008-07-22T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:31:18.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Making A Commitment</title><content type='html'>I found today, an Apsaroke war group. Here's what the caption reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The warrior on the right holds the curved staff of one of the tribal military organizations, which, at the crisis of a fight, was placed in the ground as a standard behind which the bearer was pledged not to retreat."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought about that for a while - about putting yourself on the line like that for honor and for a sense of self. "&lt;em&gt;Kill me if you must, I will not retreat&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, having allowed my intellect to explore the picture and the content of the caption, I was able to let all that go and merge into the picture so that I could talk to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one holding the staff looked down at me and said, "&lt;em&gt;When your staff is firmly planted, we'll back you all the way. Until then&lt;/em&gt;..." and the three of them wheeled their horses around and rode off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like they aren't talking to me until I make a commitment of some kind, and once I do, I will have back-up. I will have their support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5111037453514671253?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5111037453514671253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-making-commitment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5111037453514671253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5111037453514671253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-making-commitment.html' title='Morning Meditation - Making A Commitment'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5959737758096560472</id><published>2008-07-18T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:35:12.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit Keepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Medicine Wheel'/><title type='text'>The Wheel of North</title><content type='html'>From the Sun Bear teachings about the Medicine Wheel comes this in depth explanation of the direction of North and what it means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spirit Keeper:&lt;/strong&gt; Waboose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Element:&lt;/strong&gt; Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mineral:&lt;/strong&gt; Alabaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plant:&lt;/strong&gt; Sweet Grass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal:&lt;/strong&gt; White Buffalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt; White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season:&lt;/strong&gt; Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time of Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The time of life:&lt;/strong&gt; When we are elders with the snow upon our heads and the time of life when we are newborns coming back into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Zooomr Photo Sharing" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/5357333/"&gt;&lt;img height="358" alt="bf" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/5357333_48724e6b1b_o.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North is the most paradoxical time of the Medicine Wheel. It is the time when things seem to be sleeping. Yet within this apparent dormancy some of the deepest growth is occurring. It is in the winter when seeds lie frozen within the earth that they take into themselves all of the earth's energy that allows them to grow in the seasons that follow. It is in the North that our bodies cannot move as easily as they have in the past or will in the future, that we seem forced to take into ourselves the wisdom of the Spirit we will use as we continue our journey around the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time of Waboose is a time of slowing down, of apparent restriction, when outward activity definitely diminishes. It is a time of darkness, quiet, and dreams. It is a time when humans are fragile, when their skin is wrinkled and resembles the soil and the face of the Earth Mother herself. It is a time when people tend to reminisce and from their reminiscences share the wisdom they have gained. It is a time of assessing accomplishments and aims and of preparing for the major giveaway of death and of birth. It is a time when many people come to an understanding of their own life, an acceptance of what they have or have not achieved. It can be a time of peace, a time of power, a time of forgiveness and compassion for all around you. It is a time to give up old patterns, to surrender to the small changes of body and mind in preparation for the major changes that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waboose is a time of both ending and beginning, of life and death, of new life cloaked in apparent death. In the winter the earth appears dead, but there is much happening within. The same is true in human life. Even when we shed our human envelopes, our spirit, our energy goes to a place that prepares us for the new beginning that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major lesson of Waboose is that of the giveaway. When we are elders it is our responsibility to give away to the people all of the knowledge that we have gained. It is our responsibility to impart to our relations what we have learned as we have journeyed around the Medicine Wheel of life. It is our responsibility, ultimately, to give away our body to the Earth Mother who has fed us during all the time we have walked on her. When we are infants we readily give away all of the love we have gained in the world between, knowing then that the more we give the more we have available.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the gifts of Waboose is an intuitive understanding of this giveaway. Coming with this understanding are increased psychic abilities and a great acumen in attuning to dreams or visions, both your own and those of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The white buffalo, the animal associated with Waboose, is an animal who gave up everything for the people: meat, hide, bones, and spirit. It is the White Buffalo Woman who gave the pipe to the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are experiencing a moon influenced by Waboose, it is a good time to contemplate your life, to contemplate the paradoxes of life. It is a good time to think about questions of life and death and to examine your attitudes toward both. It is a time to learn patience. It is a time when your psychic and mystical abilities will be far above average. It is a time to see how you feel about giving away all the many gifts that life has given to you. It is a time to practice the small giveaways that will prepare you for the larger ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During times of Waboose, you will need to make a point of grounding yourself, of remembering that you are a being of the earth as well as the sky. One of the paradoxes of Waboose is that while this is a time of intuition and mystical abilities, Waboose is also the direction that governs the physical level of life, both how we relate to our bodies and how we relate to the world around us. While your mind wanders through the skies, you must also learn that you need to take care of your body here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waboose is the place of physical healing, the place we come to give thanks for healing that has occurred and to ask for healing that is needed both for ourselves and for others. This can be healing of the body or healing of the way in which we relate to the world around us. The power of Waboose is the power of spirituality grounded on earth; the power of patience that allows all things to grow in their proper way. The power of Waboose is acceptance of life, acceptance of death, and acceptance of the necessity of sharing all that has been given you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5959737758096560472?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5959737758096560472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheel-of-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5959737758096560472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5959737758096560472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheel-of-north.html' title='The Wheel of North'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7869762177082402928</id><published>2008-07-18T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:33:37.292-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - The Kiva of the North</title><content type='html'>Turned to an image of a Zuni village, with terraces, ladders going up to second stories, a courtyard for dances, and the Kiva of the North. As I studied the picture, the thought came to me: &lt;em&gt;One thing builds on another&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it. I was about ready to flip to another page when it occurred to me that there must be SOMETHING here.... something I'm missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied the picture. The Kiva to the North was shrouded in mystery. All that was visible was a ladder going down into it through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"North," I thought, "That's it. Something about &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/wheel-of-north.html"&gt;North&lt;/a&gt; is pertinent for me today." So, I pulled out my "Dancing With the Wheel" book and looked it up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7869762177082402928?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7869762177082402928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-kiva-of-north.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7869762177082402928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7869762177082402928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-kiva-of-north.html' title='Morning Meditation - The Kiva of the North'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-943185986834207129</id><published>2008-07-14T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:41:35.153-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Flying Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a short visit with a Hopi girl all dressed up to get married. She looked almost smothered in her clothes. She said, &lt;em&gt;"Yes, but in the privacy of my hut I will shed these clothes, I will be naked and real, I will bear children, and I will live my life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had this visual image that's a little hard to describe. It was like the clothes were tent shaped and I could see her flying up and out of the top of that tent, like a butterfly almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my intellect tried to imagine or "see" her life in context of what I know about the Hopi. When I caught myself doing that, I realized that the visualization of flying free from expectations, regulations, limitations, other baggage... that visualization was as much for me as it was for her. That the extra weight I carry is just as confining and smothering as the ceremonial clothing she was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-943185986834207129?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/943185986834207129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-flying-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/943185986834207129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/943185986834207129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-flying-free.html' title='Morning Meditation - Flying Free'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2246052226673665601</id><published>2008-07-13T08:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:45:52.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Through Badlands and Bogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overslept, having stayed up late reading (of all things) a romance novel. So, when I went in to do my meditation, I started to ask that my "guidance" be easy and short, simple and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I changed my mind - deciding I didn't want to impose those sorts of limits on it. So I explained how I felt, and why, and asked for whatever was best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened the book to three warriors: Red Hawk, Crazy Thunder, and Holy Skin. They said, &lt;em&gt;"We're with you through the badlands and the bogs. We're here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to think of a way to incorporate them into &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-ceremony-to-activate.html"&gt;my upcoming ceremony&lt;/a&gt; to release my energy block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if back there in the 1800's if they dreamed or had any intuitive sense that in some distant future time they would be called upon - and if they did, or even if they didn't, I thought they would no doubt be... what's the word... intrigued and interested enough to say "sure, we'll come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2246052226673665601?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2246052226673665601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-through-badlands-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2246052226673665601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2246052226673665601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-through-badlands-and.html' title='Morning Meditation - Through Badlands and Bogs'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8943266770592965232</id><published>2008-07-12T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:43:36.629-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Ceremony to Activate and Release</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I turned again to the Shaman dude wearing the bear skin. The one that told me to &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeding-ducks.html"&gt;feed the ducks&lt;/a&gt;. He blew into my third eye and I fully expected something to happen... no that's not true... I wondered if he was opening my third eye and started doubting that it was "real" because I wasn't suddenly having some mega visual experience. (Apparently talking to a long dead Native American shaman and getting "treated" doesn't count as a mega visual experience???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, then I felt that he was zipping me open, top to bottom, and sparkles of light flew up from my body. He started dancing wildly on my right side and I knew my intellect was way too fully engaged - I was analysing and second guessing big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right side of my body was fully enlivened and energized. The left side - NOT. I don't know if he said, or I just new that the left side of my body is energetically blocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked again on my third eye, and I felt it clouding over and kind of running, like it would if a person had a cold or a mild irritation in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then that my third eye would not be fully open and clear until my left side was properly energized and cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He worked on it some, but my intellect continued to interfere. I asked him what I could do in the "real" in the physical. He said, "&lt;em&gt;The work starts here&lt;/em&gt;." (in the energy field), and I said, "&lt;em&gt;I know that, but I'm feeling like I need to take some action in the physical&lt;/em&gt;." So he told me to wear something on my left wrist and showed me a "ceremony" for activating my energy and releasing that block on my left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consists of painting my body - left side with white wavy lines and lightning strikes - right side with smoother, colorful rounded forms like waves and swirls, and a third eye painted in white on my forehead. Then, dance - outside - with drums, and fire, and moonlight, by the pond, dancing until something "gives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a full moon thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to thank him in a real and concrete way, so I sent Reiki into the past and suddenly when it was done, I clapped my hands, and there was a spark of light, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8943266770592965232?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8943266770592965232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-ceremony-to-activate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8943266770592965232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8943266770592965232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-ceremony-to-activate.html' title='Morning Meditation - Ceremony to Activate and Release'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3988692511406529993</id><published>2008-07-11T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T01:54:40.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guided meditation'/><title type='text'>Man Is Not An Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/s/LkPzVS741z83kJezYOsnrQpr_BVOy2cI?referrer=hlnk" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; FLOAT: right; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; 0px: CURSOR: hand" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/1/W/400000003118469/1/0/8s-DG1ma5z9E_WZdP1Qu_JRzRGzDhL6Q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raise your hands, close your eyes and feel like a tree, become a tree... It is sunny and windy and the tree is delighted. Whatsoever the tree feels to do, allow: if the tree sways in the wind it is ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to become a tree sometimes, to become an animal sometimes, to become a bird and sometimes even to become a rock in the sun, because we have passed all these stages and something of those stages still remains inside us, it is part of our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is not an island, he is not separate from existence. Man is involved in existence, in all its dimensions. The rock contains the man; he is its future. Man contains the rock; it is man's past. We are joined together. If you can start feeling like a rock you will have a totally different reality, a different vision, the way the rocks looks at trees and the sun and the star. One can get into that kind of attunement. Let this be your meditation; sometimes become a tree and forget humanity. You will feel fresh, young and rejuvenated. You will have the silence of the tree, the joy of the tree, the earthiness of the tree. Sometimes become a bird. Close your eyes and go as far away in the sky as possible. Whisper with the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this is possible because we have been these things; it is our past, it is our inheritance. Deeper in you than man is the animal. Man is very superficial, just the last coating. Deeper than that is the animal, deeper than that is the tree, even deeper than that is the rock. The rock is our foundation, our very roots are there and we are spread all over existence on many levels, in many dimensions. Man is not so small as he looks. He is infinite, he contains all. So let this be your meditation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Osho via &lt;a href="http://theprosperityproject.blogspot.com/2008/01/man-is-not-island.html"&gt;the prosperity project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3988692511406529993?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3988692511406529993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-is-not-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3988692511406529993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3988692511406529993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-is-not-island.html' title='Man Is Not An Island'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3730926454079267695</id><published>2008-07-11T08:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:03:13.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='connection'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Living Within the Earth</title><content type='html'>Found an Apache standing at the edge of a pool of water, dense forest behind him. And I thought about how he lived within the earth rather than against or apart from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He squatted down and ran his fingers through the water, and they became the water. I could see that he was well grounded, that his feet were strongly rooted. He was as connected and in tune with his environment as were the rocks he was standing on, the trees behind him, and the wild life that lived in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;All my relations&lt;/em&gt;" to him means all the life abounding around him, nothing between - raw and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;All my relations&lt;/em&gt;" to me is a nebulous idea, a virtual reality, a concept and a thought. Intellectual in nature - not truly experienced at a gut level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how DISconnected I am - my feet don't touch the ground, they touch the floor, which doesn't touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature is modified with air conditioning in the summer and heat in the winter. My food comes in boxes and cans, so distant from the earth it grew in that it is almost unrecognizable, and no aspect of soil remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then can I be "&lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt;" with the Earth Mother when I hold my comfort higher than our relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't last two weeks in his world, I don't think - not really. The mind is willing, the heart is there, but the body is weak with dis-use and indolence, separated by a culture and an era that speaks to our laziness and our fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He could live in my world - I think - and even be "corrupted" by it. Water always takes the path of least resistance, as does the wind, even earth itself, when put into motion, takes the easiest route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this pulls me around full circle - Is it our nature to do what is easy... what is most comfortable? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it true that when I dip my hand in bath water that my hand becomes the water? Are my feet as firmly rooted in carpet and concrete as they could be in soil? Can I find an attunement and a oneness even if I am surrounded by walls, plugged into a virtual world, and eating unrecognizable food? Or do I need to step down and out - do I need to go against the flow and eliminate the "middle man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what he thought, and he said, "&lt;em&gt;I am sorry for you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3730926454079267695?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3730926454079267695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/meditation-living-within-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3730926454079267695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3730926454079267695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/meditation-living-within-earth.html' title='Morning Meditation - Living Within the Earth'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6274244306165961897</id><published>2008-07-10T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:11:09.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>In the Womb of the Rainbow Serpent</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Zooomr Photo Sharing" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/5488786/"&gt;&lt;img height="331" alt="rainbow_serpent" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/5488786_bd53923f87_o.jpg" width="406" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long ago the old people used to tell the story of an orphan boy who was always crying and was eaten by the Rainbow Serpent. Once when he was walking around an old lady asked him, 'Why are you crying?' The orphan said, 'They refuse to give me any manburrangkali lily roots.' 'Is that so?' replied the old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that old lady went and got a different kind of lily root for him. The orphan was still lying down crying when she brought him back a bag full of yaldanj lily roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She placed the lily roots on the ground while she went and got some firewood. She returned and lit the fire and cooked them all. The old woman said, 'Come and eat these yaldanj lily roots.' The orphan stood there and said, 'I don't want those lily roots, I don't like them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he kept crying - he was walking around crying, so another man got up and went to get some bush honey. When he returned he showed the boy and said, 'Come and eat some honey.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orphan stood there and said, 'I don't want any honey, I don't like it.' 'Is that so?' said the man. 'Okay, you just cry, and leave my honey alone.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he just kept crying. Another lady then got up and said, 'Let me go and get some long yams for him, otherwise he will always be crying.' Then she went and got some long yams for him, filled her dilly bag, returned, put them on the ground, went for firewood, lit the fire, and roasted the yams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were cooked she said, 'Come and eat some long yams.' The orphan said, 'I don't want those long yams.' 'Is that so?' said the old woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people said to him, 'Okay, you just cry, because you didn't want the long yams, the honey, the yaldanj lily roots, because you are always thinking of the taste of those sweet manburrangkali lily roots, because you have an insatiable desire.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there were lots of old people sitting there, and they said to him, 'Why can't you stop crying? Will you always be crying then? Soon the Rainbow Serpent will eat us.' They told him this but he did not stop crying - he was always crying. He cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there was a Rainbow Serpent at Miya, to the north. The Rainbow Serpent lifted up her head, looked around, listened very carefully, and heard him crying at Mayawunj in the south. That Rainbow Serpent said, 'I will go south to that place and eat them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Rainbow Serpent started, she went underground and kept going, she was getting closer to them. When she came to them, she came out of the ground in the south, lifted her head and saw them. She said, 'Ah, this is the place where that orphan is crying - this is where they are camping.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she appeared near them. The people had been looking to the north and had seen something like a fire or a light shining on them and they cried out in fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they told the men, 'Quick, spear it! Do you want it to eat us?' They kept trying to spear it, but they always missed it, so they said, 'That's it, bad luck. It's no good, the Rainbow Serpent will just have to eat us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fear they tried to run away. The Rainbow Serpent was watching them and hooked her tail around them all, the orphan with them. That Rainbow Serpent ate the orphan first, biting his head and swallowing it. Then she ate the others. This made the Rainbow Serpent from Miya full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what happened at Mayawunj in the south - she went under the ground and was lying there with the people and the insatiable child within her belly, sleeping in the south ready to reawaken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;~Gunwinggu Oenpelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6274244306165961897?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6274244306165961897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-womb-of-rainbow-serpent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6274244306165961897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6274244306165961897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-womb-of-rainbow-serpent.html' title='In the Womb of the Rainbow Serpent'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6207637545349125651</id><published>2008-07-10T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:06:31.945-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Snake Racing Again?</title><content type='html'>Today, I again turned to that picture of the boy all dressed up - &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-meditation-snake-racing.html"&gt;waiting for the return of the Snake Racers&lt;/a&gt;. I think this is the third time I've gotten him. And I couldn't decide if he looked pouty or sad or bored or all of the above. I couldn't get him to talk to me, and wasn't getting any intuitive guidance... not really... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked so unhappy that I said to him. "&lt;em&gt;Look here, it's not as bad as you think! Because of this dull moment someone is looking at you and talking to you and wanting to know you more than 100 years later! This is a moment of honor!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was not hearing any of it, being the child that he was, and he was so NOT listening or talking to me. So I decided to just send him Reiki. So that's what I did. I sent Reiki into the past, with the intention of bringing joy into his life. When I was done, I thought how cool it would be if his picture now showed a smiling happy boy waiting in his finery for the Snake Racers to return - but that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6207637545349125651?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6207637545349125651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-snake-racing-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6207637545349125651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6207637545349125651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-snake-racing-again.html' title='Morning Meditation - Snake Racing Again?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4897777214158145317</id><published>2008-07-09T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:13:21.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadrunner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal totems'/><title type='text'>The Metaphysical Roadrunner</title><content type='html'>OK... so I found the definitive information on what Roadrunners represent as totems and messages from spirit. The short version looks like this: Roadrunner represents quick thinking, being able to shift dimensions easily, and being able to switch directions quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Roadrunner by Shirley Two Feathers, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/2484100515/"&gt;&lt;img height="350" alt="Roadrunner" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2484100515_24aa346645.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a more in depth understanding, there's all this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadrunners are ground dwelling cuckoos ranging in length from 20 to 24 inches from the tip of its tail to the end of its beak. Legend has it that the roadrunner got its name from running on the road alongside horse drawn carriages. Also known as the chaparral cock this legendary bird is famous for its distinctive appearance, its ability to eat rattlesnakes and its preferences for scooting across the American deserts as seen in Warner Brothers cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of its lightening quickness, the roadrunner is one of the few animals that preys upon rattlesnakes. Using its wings like a matador's cape, it snaps up a coiled rattlesnake by the tail, cracks it like a whip and repeatedly slams its head against the ground till dead. It then swallows its prey whole, but is often unable to swallow the entire length at one time. This does not stop the roadrunner from its normal routine. It will continue to meander about with the snake dangling from its mouth, consuming another inch or two as the snake slowly digests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although speed is its ally time is irrelevant to the roadrunner. It can do several things at once and isn't bothered with completing one thing before moving on to the next. This is partly due to its great mental agility represented by the crest on its head.. Many native cultures believe a "crest" symbolizes quick and efficient thinking capabilities. Those with this medicine have the ability to think quickly on their feet, flow with rapid change and understand the proper use of speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roadrunner is a large black and white mottled ground bird. It has strong feet, a long tail and an over sized bill. It can run up to 17 miles per hour. When the roadrunner senses danger or is traveling downhill, it flies, but it cannot keep its large body airborne for more than a few seconds and so, it prefers walking or running. It has a clownish gait when running or walking and reminds us to laugh with ourselves and not take things too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roadrunner is a vocal bird producing a variety of sounds from crows, chuckles, clacking and coos. Roadrunner asks us to use sound to benefit ourselves. Distract unwanted influences or say the right thing at the right time. By listening to the roadrunner we discover the right tone to use in any situation from a low coo to a screeching chuckle. Sound as well as speed can pierce through a situation and change its energy. Shamans are known to use both to shape shift realities when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roadrunners are uniquely suited to desert environments and inhabit open, flat or rolling terrain with scattered cover of dry brush, chaparral or other desert scrub. When spring arrives, the male roadrunner acquires food for himself and then offers choice morsels to a female as an inducement to mating. He often dances around her while she begs for food, then gives her the morsel after breeding briefly. Roadrunner teaches us the importance of honoring our personal needs first before giving to others. Some might think of this as a selfish act but in truth it is a balanced one. Although roadrunner has an ulterior motive when offering the female food (that of breeding) it carries the message of survival. Take care of yourself first and then assist others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because roadrunner is always thinking of ways to get what it wants it reminds those with this medicine to use the ingenuity of their minds. If a problem occurs "think" yourself out of it. Highly intelligent, roadrunner medicine people have the mental capabilities to fix or change any situation. Procrastination is not part of this medicine. Roadrunner reminds us that mental alertness, speedy action coupled with the right use of sound always produces harmonious outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~via &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/05/metaphysical-roadrunner.html"&gt;shirleytwofeathers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4897777214158145317?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4897777214158145317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/metaphysical-roadrunner.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4897777214158145317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4897777214158145317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/metaphysical-roadrunner.html' title='The Metaphysical Roadrunner'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3032/2484100515_24aa346645_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3154342808118614585</id><published>2008-07-09T07:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:13:56.523-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - A Glimpse of Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the book, hoping, wanting to find some clarity about &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-my-snakes-are.html"&gt;yesterday's message&lt;/a&gt;. I turned to Nez Perce scouts "&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/morning-meditation-waiting-for-signal.html"&gt;waiting for the signal&lt;/a&gt;". I've met them before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do not like to be bothered with small talk because they are intent and focused, waiting for "the signal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I'd wait and watch with them and see what happens. It was a dark night, we were up on a ridge, and off in the distance there was an awesome lightning display. I was watching the lightning when I noticed something so quick and so fleeting that I discounted it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two scouts, however, suddenly wheeled their horses around and took off in a hurry. I said to myself, "Oh, was there a sign? I sure didn't see it. Was it that small flicker of something that I didn't actually see? So what was it? What does this mean? Anything? Everything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to sit there on the ridge and study the horizon until I got some clarity. Pretty soon it started to rain and I got cold and wet, but I stuck it out. Determined to "get" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a huge invisible hand came down out of the sky and picked me up and put me into a cave, it wrapped me in a warm dry blanket, lit a fire, and created a nice safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there and stared into the fire, still looking for a "sign" a "signal" and not seeing anything at all except fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the "hand" blew the fire out and all that was left was ashes. I looked into the ashes and saw that in those ashes was a map, but I had no idea how to use it and the image was wavering and unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "hand" which had become the "wind" returned as a small funnel cloud, it swirled through the cave and swept the whole are clean. Then the hand picked me up and deposited me back on the ridge. The rain stopped, the scouts returned, and I realized that everything was moving backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightning continued in the distance, and suddenly I saw a thin silver shaft flying up from the darkness. It was like quicksilver - that's the word that came into my mind, a "flash in the pan" and then it was gone and so were the scouts. And I was back in my room, back in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue what it meant until I started writing it down and then I "got" it. I'm not sure I can verbalize it properly.... it's something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The teachings are for the moment. They are like "quicksilver," a glimpse of silver shafted clarity, a momentary map. They are not written in stone, they are a signal for action and forward movement. Wait too long, look away, and they loose their immediacy and their meaning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3154342808118614585?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3154342808118614585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-glimpse-of-silver.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3154342808118614585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3154342808118614585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-glimpse-of-silver.html' title='Morning Meditation - A Glimpse of Silver'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2203615889561886085</id><published>2008-07-08T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:58:03.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><title type='text'>Dreaming Snakes - What Does It Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/guenterleitenbauer/640933272/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1091/640933272_6c43698e59_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/guenterleitenbauer/640933272/"&gt;Gopher snake (Pituophis canifer, Bullenschlange)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/guenterleitenbauer/"&gt;guenterleitenbauer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In my ongoing research on being &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/snakes-and-stones.html"&gt;bitten by snakes in dreams&lt;/a&gt;, I found the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gillian Holloway, Ph.D. identifies being bitten by a snake as meaning different things&lt;/strong&gt;. She says, "In many dreams a single snake will come to bite you, and you may in fact be bitten after a brief struggle. To your amazement though, you will not die, and may find that the situation is not as bad as you thought." According to Holloway you have this kind of dream if you are struggling with some problem, relationship or challenge. "Such a snake-ordeal is an important signal that you are going through a kind of initiation; a psychological and spiritual trial that has the potential to change your life for the better if you deal with it bravely and with a clear heart. You may have to give up something you thought you couldn't, or take a stand for your principles or faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Other interpretations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When one is bitten by a snake in a dream, this often actually points to overcoming a situation that appeared dire. The a snake bit dream may point to learning to overcome a situation and regain your power in life. Snake bites can be viewed as in injection of wisdom, rather than life threatening venom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An historical perspective:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some cultures snakes are highly regarded and symbolize the ability to transcend into higher levels of consciousness or into areas of knowledge that exist outside perceived time and space. In the pre-Christian days, snakes were considered symbols of fertility, healing, and nurturing (the healing serpent representing a god). Post Adam and Eve, snakes are often considered symbols of temptation and evil, anger, and envy. Snakes emerging out of the ground may represent your unconscious or repressed materials coming to your conscious mind. Freud thought that the snake was a phallic symbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But wait, there's more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It is amazing how many people have snake dreams! Most snake dreams seem to be disturbing and they leave the dreamer feeling anxious and afraid. There are no simple interpretations to the snake dreams. Each dreamer must consider their own situation and all of the details of the dream. Sometimes snakes may be phallic symbols and other times they represent negativity in our lives that hampers our progress and constantly threatens us. In the long run the snake may be a positive symbol; it may represent difficulties that lead us to the center of personality and result in feelings of completeness.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2203615889561886085?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2203615889561886085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreaming-snakes-what-does-it-mean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2203615889561886085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2203615889561886085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/dreaming-snakes-what-does-it-mean.html' title='Dreaming Snakes - What Does It Mean?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1091/640933272_6c43698e59_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7587115253175546171</id><published>2008-07-08T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:54:05.572-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - My snakes are thoughts?</title><content type='html'>Today I got the &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/06/evil-spirits.html"&gt;Snake Dancer and Hugger&lt;/a&gt;. I really struggled with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;em&gt;We do this ceremony because we have to live in harmony with snakes. They are dangerous and deadly. They have power. We harness this paower, we want their good will. So we dance with them, we mesmerise them, we hold them sacred, and thus we maintain relationship with their power&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wondered what this had to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;em&gt;You are a snake dancer and hugger. Your 'snakes' are your thoughts. Thoughts are things. They have power."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole meditation was very wavery and indistinct. I had to ask him to repeat, and I found it hard to keep a focus and kept forgetting what he had just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: After it was complete, I couldn't remember hardly any of it, and totally forgot to write it down. &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/07/glimpse-of-silver.html"&gt;The next day I asked for clarity about it&lt;/a&gt;, and that was interesting. Now, suddenly, I remember it and it makes sense!&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7587115253175546171?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7587115253175546171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-my-snakes-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7587115253175546171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7587115253175546171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-my-snakes-are.html' title='Morning Meditation - My snakes are thoughts?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3583566725647969644</id><published>2008-07-07T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:53:14.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smudging'/><title type='text'>What is a smudge?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKi-ZyjrWI/AAAAAAAAGdw/yuJbeoznTh0/s1600-h/smudge-smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116831319604833634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKi-ZyjrWI/AAAAAAAAGdw/yuJbeoznTh0/s400/smudge-smoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smudging is a form of cleansing a room, an object, or physical body or place, of negarive energy. With smudging, the vital element is the smoke produced from burning sacred herbs. It is the smoke that binds with the negative energies and carries them away, purifying and cleansing in it's wake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smudging is often performed to clear a sacred space before rituals, you can also smudge yourself to to cleanse and purify - especially if you have been weighed down with stress and worry. Smudging is commonly used to cleanse crystals, before dedicating them for healing, and periodically to remove the energies they pick up from doing their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life creates stresses within families, plunging them into bickering disharmony. Smudging is wonderful for cleansing the whole atmosphere and restoring balance and harmony. Smudging is akin to 'wiping the slate clean' before imprinting your own energies on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can smudge just about anything that needs cleansing. If you move into a new home, it is nice to cleanse it of any residual energies from the previous tenants before perhaps blessing it to create harmony and peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbs traditionally used in a smudge are sage and sweetgrass, but many other herbs and fragrant grasses can be used. Insense and essential oils can also be used. Choose what "feels" right, and do some research into the meanings and the effects of whatever you decide to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hints and tips on safe smudging can be found &lt;a href="http://mandalamadness.blogspot.com/2007/09/hints-and-tips-for-smudging.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3583566725647969644?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3583566725647969644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-smudge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3583566725647969644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3583566725647969644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-smudge.html' title='What is a smudge?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RwKi-ZyjrWI/AAAAAAAAGdw/yuJbeoznTh0/s72-c/smudge-smoke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3014602397030553443</id><published>2008-07-07T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:52:50.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Smudging</title><content type='html'>I met Long Knife today, a cool dude with a big eagle feather thingy. He immediately started smudging me, (which felt really good by the way), and he said, "&lt;em&gt;Whenever you begin something it's best to smudge first&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought about &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-awesome.html"&gt;my new plan for a daily routine&lt;/a&gt; - it felt good to think that this was a kind of "blessing" for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a fleeting thought, wondering if this meant I should smudge at the beginning of each day. And he said, "&lt;em&gt;No, when you begin something sacred, when you begin a journey, or something big, then you smudge&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did. I smudged myself, and then I smudged my house. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3014602397030553443?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3014602397030553443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-smudging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3014602397030553443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3014602397030553443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/08/morning-meditation-smudging.html' title='Morning Meditation - Smudging'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2962381045160924844</id><published>2008-07-06T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:09:12.166-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>House Made of Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/s/d8StDwiw4j_BYzEkGz9NEEL5GBIc8hBe?referrer=hlnk" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" alt="Host unlimited photos at slide.com for FREE!" src="http://widget.slide.com/rdr/1/1/2/S/40000000ea60fc8/1/148/E7jnk7XK7z-S32WwJHn7B1FNDw4Nlqdn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;House made of dawn.&lt;br /&gt;House made of evening light.&lt;br /&gt;House made of the dark cloud.&lt;br /&gt;House made of male rain.&lt;br /&gt;House made of dark mist.&lt;br /&gt;House made of female rain.&lt;br /&gt;House made of pollen.&lt;br /&gt;House made of grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark cloud is at the door.&lt;br /&gt;The trail out if it is dark cloud.&lt;br /&gt;The zigzag lightning stands high upon it.&lt;br /&gt;An offering I make.&lt;br /&gt;Restore my feet for me.&lt;br /&gt;Restore my legs for me.&lt;br /&gt;Restore my body for me.&lt;br /&gt;Restore my mind for me.&lt;br /&gt;Restore my voice for me.&lt;br /&gt;This very day take out your spell for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily I recover.&lt;br /&gt;Happily my interior becomes cool.&lt;br /&gt;Happily I go forth.&lt;br /&gt;My interior feeling cool, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;No longer sore, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Impervious to pain, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;With lively feelings may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;As it used to be long ago, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Happily, with abundant dark clouds, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Happily, with abundant showers, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Happily, with abundant plants, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Happily, on a trail of pollen, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Happily may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;Being as it used to be long ago, may I walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be beautiful before me.&lt;br /&gt;May it be beautiful behind me.&lt;br /&gt;May it be beautiful below me.&lt;br /&gt;May it be beautiful above me.&lt;br /&gt;May it be beautiful all around me.&lt;br /&gt;In beauty it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;In beauty it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Navajo Chant &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2962381045160924844?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2962381045160924844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-made-of-dawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2962381045160924844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2962381045160924844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-made-of-dawn.html' title='House Made of Dawn'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5935254025872280753</id><published>2008-07-06T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:09:51.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - A Clear Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself at the edge of a small lake on a clear calm day. The sky, the trees, the rocks, all reflecting perfectly. The water was mirror smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "The below reflects the above" and I turned to the young woman standing there, she had a balanced on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about, &lt;em&gt;"as above so below"&lt;/em&gt; and how the &lt;em&gt;"inner reflects the outer"&lt;/em&gt; and how my home reflects my chaos and lack of self care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I already knew all of this. So I said to her, &lt;em&gt;"This is nothing new. Why am I here? Is there more that I don't "see?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said something about how the water is only clear when nothing is happening. That mirror smooth surface would disintegrate immediately if we were to wade into the water - or if geese would land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a momentary vision of the ripples on the water reflecting hundreds of different views of the sky. I thought of pounding surf, roaring floods, elephants, crocodiles, and turbulent water full of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make sense of it.. not a clue as to what that meant. I struggled for a moment to frame it into some sort of enlightening though, a "wisdom moment"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled, then she splashed water at me. &lt;em&gt;"Silly,"&lt;/em&gt; she said. &lt;em&gt;"Don't think so hard, it's not that complicated. Today is a clear calm day. A beautiful day. That's all. Enjoy it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5935254025872280753?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5935254025872280753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-clear-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5935254025872280753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5935254025872280753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-clear-day.html' title='Morning Meditation - A Clear Day'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6733954023874690082</id><published>2008-07-05T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:50:28.631-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Visiting the Shaman</title><content type='html'>Today I met with the a Shaman, the same one who advised me to "&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-feeding-ducks.html"&gt;feed the ducks&lt;/a&gt;." He smiled at me with his eyes, tousled my hair, and said, "&lt;em&gt;Lay down and close your eyes&lt;/em&gt;." So I relaxed back into the chair and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, he went to work sewing me up inside some kind of a skin - buffalo maybe - and when I was completely sewed up in it, he tossed me into the pond where I sank to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking, "&lt;em&gt;Oh great, he's going to drown me!&lt;/em&gt;" But then I thought, "&lt;em&gt;OK, well maybe this means I'm drowning myself or something - sinking maybe&lt;/em&gt;." Anyway, no water seeped into the skin and it was like a cocoon at the bottom of the pond. Bubbles began to rise from my mouth and they filled the inside of the "cocoon" and floated up to the top of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bubbles were not really "bubbles" the way I know them when I'm not in a trance state. In the dream, they were round disc shapes with symbols on them in black and white. The one that seemed always to be first was a white circle with a black center and a white cross inside. There were lots of these symbols floating up, and each one was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the little shaman guy fished me out of the water, pulling me out by my feet and hung me upside down to let the water drain off, and the disks - the bubbles - the symbols - (I'm not sure what to call them) spilled out onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pulled the skin apart and sat me down on a wooden high backed chair. He draped the symbols, (which seemed to be attached together like a necklace of sorts), all around me. The one with the cross in it adhered to my forehead, the rest were here and there, not in any "significant" place on my body, they just fell around me at random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrapped a dry buffalo skin around me, and then handed me a stick that sort of drooped. So, I was sitting there in a chair, wet and bedraggled, with strange symbols draped around me, wrapped in a buffalo skin holding what looked like a pretty pathetic excuse for a power stick. Nothing about it at all... really, a sorry little portrait. My feet didn't even reach the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood back and said something like... "&lt;em&gt;Does the robe bring you comfort?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I said, "&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "&lt;em&gt;So why don't you wrap your &lt;strong&gt;own &lt;/strong&gt;self in comfort&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held his hand out, and I handed him my sorry excuse for a power stick. He threw it into the fire. Then I handed him the robe. It too went into the fire, followed by the necklace of symbols. I then realized that even more was asked for, so I took off my body as well. It went into the fire. I was reduced now to just a pale wavering flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;em&gt;It doesn't have to be this way&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled my body out of the fire and I put it back on. The pale flame that was my "spirit" flared and expanded. He said, "&lt;em&gt;This is your body, take care of it&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the discs out of the fire and tossed them over my head, and like a necklace, they settled around me. Once again, that same one with the cross on it ended up on my forehead. He said. "&lt;em&gt;You have a lot of knowledge. Don't just wear it, assimilate it&lt;/em&gt;." And he put his hand on one of the symbols resting on my arm and it dissolved into my skin. He put his hand on the one on my forehead and it also dissolved and was absorbed into the skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pulled the robe out of the fire and wrapped it around my shoulders. I noticed that it had changed from a buffalo skin to a cougar skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "&lt;em&gt;Comfort. Take it where it's offered&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if he would pull the power stick out of the fire too, but he didn't. He said, "&lt;em&gt;Do this other and the power will come of its own accord&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little flame that had already expanded into my body, now flared out and there were flames all over me. I was on fire, but not burning or uncomfortable. I went outside and stood there looking at him, wondering if I would remember all of this, and I said, "&lt;em&gt;Tell me again&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be kind to your body and take care of it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use what you know, don't just know it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take comfort where it's offered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power comes of its own accord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6733954023874690082?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6733954023874690082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-visiting-shaman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6733954023874690082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6733954023874690082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-visiting-shaman.html' title='Morning Meditation - Visiting the Shaman'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6814495040885428935</id><published>2008-07-05T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:51:46.717-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mantra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><title type='text'>Meditation for Repair and Restoration</title><content type='html'>Today at work, I found this really great meditation in The Sufi Book of Life by Neil Douglas-Klotz. I'm going to commit to it as a 40 day practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what he says about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perhaps something in your life, inner or outer, needs repair or restoration. Life is calling you now to take action and take yourself in hand. Instead of being afraid that you can't do it, allow yourself to feel the One Being acting through you. This pathway of the heart asks for concentrated, creative energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Meditation:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Center again in the heart. Breathe the sound &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya JaBaar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; rhythmically, bending slightly forward as you breathe out, and back as you breathe in. Allow the sound to rock you into action, like the feeling of riding a camel in the caravan of life. Allow the sound to spread first to the periphery, and feel healthy boundaries restored. Then gently invite all voices of your inner self to gather, and allow the arms of the Beloved to enfold you in healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SHLYvALBXjI/AAAAAAAAH5c/grJH7m8nRN4/s1600-h/6736409857122106ef2467928d889846,14,19,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220473220087504434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SHLYvALBXjI/AAAAAAAAH5c/grJH7m8nRN4/s200/6736409857122106ef2467928d889846,14,19,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6814495040885428935?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6814495040885428935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/meditation-for-repair-and-restoration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6814495040885428935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6814495040885428935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/meditation-for-repair-and-restoration.html' title='Meditation for Repair and Restoration'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SHLYvALBXjI/AAAAAAAAH5c/grJH7m8nRN4/s72-c/6736409857122106ef2467928d889846,14,19,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-168464792894540238</id><published>2008-07-04T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:02:51.605-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abundance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guided meditation'/><title type='text'>Abundance Meditation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RgfPdZlx_bI/AAAAAAAABWQ/SXsG8bZEtm4/s1600-h/wealth+cathywoodotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046230011484437938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RgfPdZlx_bI/AAAAAAAABWQ/SXsG8bZEtm4/s400/wealth+cathywoodotcom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sit in a comfortable position. Be aware of your feet or your buttocks touching the ground. Feel the strength and suppleness of your spinal column and begin to gently breathe in and breathe out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allow your breath to flow freely, smoothing out and relaxing your entire being. If you feel any tension or resistance, breathe into that place and gently invite release. You may voice a long "aah" on the exhalation, to assist with the release.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you release the breath remain aware of all the places in your body where you are holding on, trying to maintain control out of scarcity. Gently release your energy into the ever-present current of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are plugging in to a circulating electric current that fills you and enlivens you. With every breath, feel yourself more deeply in the current. You can now feel yourself being supported by the earth, as if your entire being is rooted and is receiving nourishment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the breath drops you down deeper and deeper into the earth, allow your body to be breathed by the rhythm of life itself. Your breath connects you with the flow of the tides and the seas and the movement of the stars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your rhythm is the rhythm of life - the changing seasons, the progression from dawn to dark to dawn again. The current is ever present and it fills you, energizes you, permeates your entire being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel the flow of the unlimited life force, the energy that is ever available as you let go and align yourself with its beauty., it's power, it's presence. Feel your being harmonized in this moment. Allow the fullness of existence to enter you and work through you. Feel free, open, and easy in this flow of ever-abundant energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this state affirm to yourself: "This abundance, this flow, is the natural energy of being itself, and I am ever supported by this flow of energy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breathing in and out, lightly and easily letting yourself expand to receive the fullness of the life force, allow an image of abundance to arise from deep within and enter your consciousness. Do not force it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just ask and it will form within - an image, literal or abstract - a gift from your inner wisdom that shows you a form of abundance. The image need not be understood. Just allow it to form and then hold it in mind, feeling it energizing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you breathe in and out, slowly return and integrate within your physical form, keeping the image alive, knowing that you can return to it at any time to remember the reality of the life force. The image of abundance affirms regenerative trust from deep within.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Via &lt;a href="http://theprosperityproject.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-fifteen-abundance-meditation.html"&gt;The Prosperity Project&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;taken from Creating the Work You Love by Rick Jarrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;art by Cathy Wood "Wealth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-168464792894540238?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/168464792894540238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/abundance-meditation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/168464792894540238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/168464792894540238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/abundance-meditation.html' title='Abundance Meditation'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RgfPdZlx_bI/AAAAAAAABWQ/SXsG8bZEtm4/s72-c/wealth+cathywoodotcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3871485497423314866</id><published>2008-07-04T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T02:02:12.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Getting Ready for Winter</title><content type='html'>This morning found me on a beach with two girls and a partially butchered whale. My first thought was that this was a confirmation that I have tapped into something big, really big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were shy, and wanting to get busy with the whale. It occurred to me that there was a time element here. What wasn't used, stored, or preserved fairly quickly would soon be rotten and fit only for gulls and crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if that meant that rather than try to act immediately on all my newest "food for thought" and that I should organize and archive so that I can digest it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the girls,&lt;em&gt; "Are you going to eat the whole thing today?"&lt;/em&gt; They giggled, thinking how silly that was, and said, &lt;em&gt;"Oh no, this will carry us through the winter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter - the dry season - it always comes. To expect that it won't, that I'll be in the land of "plenty" and "spiritual bounty" all the time is unrealistic. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm storing up for the winter to come. Laying in my supplies, getting prepared for the "dry" time that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3871485497423314866?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3871485497423314866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-getting-ready-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3871485497423314866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3871485497423314866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-getting-ready-for.html' title='Morning Meditation - Getting Ready for Winter'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8291316150672745186</id><published>2008-07-03T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:27:59.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Get Clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I turned to the &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/ritual-cleansing.html"&gt;Ritual Bathing&lt;/a&gt; image again. The woman shaman who was bathing, turned to me and very clearly said. &lt;em&gt;"First - clean the body, clean the mind."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was thinking first before what? anything? the big things? something dangerous? or important? Or does this simply refer to today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: In retrospect, I realize that this may have been referring my new understandings of &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/07/looks-like-its-time-to-recharge-my.html"&gt;energy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/07/personal-power-is-necessary-for-health.html"&gt;power&lt;/a&gt; that I got the day I &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/07/getting-serious.html"&gt;got serious&lt;/a&gt; and read Caroline Myss. She might even have been referring to my "&lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-grandiose-scheme.html"&gt;grandiose scheme&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8291316150672745186?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8291316150672745186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-get-clean.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8291316150672745186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8291316150672745186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-get-clean.html' title='Morning Meditation - Get Clean'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3348367451535484727</id><published>2008-07-02T08:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:23:04.871-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - On the Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found myself &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-not-so-different.html"&gt;Sitting on the Rock&lt;/a&gt; again. Relaxed and waiting. Relaxed and watching. Relaxed and protectively guarding - being on the look out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came to me that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be vigilant, to do what is yours to do doesn't require that you be tense or stressed. It can be done from a spirit of relaxation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3348367451535484727?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3348367451535484727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-on-rock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3348367451535484727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3348367451535484727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-on-rock.html' title='Morning Meditation - On the Rock'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4581872380114522656</id><published>2008-07-01T07:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:16:32.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Getting Serious</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down today with Sitting Bear. He fixed me with a vry intense look, and I could see that in his life there had been a lot of heartache and terrible things. And I was sure that his teeth were paining him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me, "This is serious. Pay attention." At first, I wasn't sure if I was just thinking that he looked serious or what. But he said it again, so I knew that he was telling me to pay attention. I wondered what was serious, but I didn't have time to really sit with it because I had to take my daughter to a Dr appointment and I was already running late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took that to be my "message for the day" and resolved to take the experiences of the day seriously. I grabbed a book so I'd have something to read while waiting for my daughter, and headed out the door. Interestingly, the book I grabbed was "Anatomy of the Spirit" by Carolyn Myss. I had read it before, but this time, &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/search/label/Caroline%20Myss"&gt;what she had to say really spoke to me&lt;/a&gt;. And I took it seriously. So now, I've stepped up and am making some big changes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4581872380114522656?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4581872380114522656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-getting-serious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4581872380114522656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4581872380114522656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-meditation-getting-serious.html' title='Morning Meditation - Getting Serious'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4709954741779401761</id><published>2008-06-30T13:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:58:24.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shamanism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enlightment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>An Inexplicable Joy</title><content type='html'>Igluik, an Eskimo shaman describes his shamanic enlightenment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/42188-004-37C27FEA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 450px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/42188-004-37C27FEA.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I endeavored to become a shaman by the help of others; but in this I did not succeed. I visited many famous shamans, and gave them great gifts... I sought solitude, and here I soon became very melancholy. I would sometimes fall to weeping, and feel unhappy without knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, for no reason, all would suddenly be changed, and I felt a great inexplicable joy, a joy so powerful that I could not restrain it, but had to break into song, a mighty song, with only room for the one word: joy. Joy! And I had to use the full strength of my voice. And then in the midst of such a fit of mysterious and overwhelming delight I became a shaman, not knowing myself how it came about. But I was a shaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see and hear in a totally different way. I had gained my &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;quamanEq&lt;/span&gt;, my enlightenment, the shaman-light of brain and body, and this in such a manner that it was not only I who could see through the darkness of life but the same sight also shone out from me, imperceptible to human beings, but visible to all the spirits of earth and sky and sea, and these now came to me and became my helping spirits."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~From The Way of the Shaman by Michael Harner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4709954741779401761?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4709954741779401761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/inexplicable-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4709954741779401761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4709954741779401761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/inexplicable-joy.html' title='An Inexplicable Joy'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1555124690897110725</id><published>2008-06-30T09:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:58:24.382-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Crying to the Spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying to the Spirits was the name of the photo. An amazing image full of mystery, and grief, and power. And I thought, "I'm doing that too, but in a really watered down, milk-toast kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person - so intent - so sincere - is calling on the spirits having fasted, having dreamed, having taken it all really seriously, and now he's crying to the spirits about matters of life and death and the soul and the after-life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, on the other hand, come into this room with the air conditioner on, having just downed a Monster Java energy drink, and I sit in this comfortable chair, wrapped in this knitted blanket, well fed and secure, and I piddle around with small matters like my to-do list and my issues witn money and children and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so petty in comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1555124690897110725?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1555124690897110725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-crying-to-spirits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1555124690897110725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1555124690897110725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-crying-to-spirits.html' title='Morning Meditation - Crying to the Spirits'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-2587933454626267115</id><published>2008-06-29T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:07:53.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Dust Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I came across three Navajo people looking off into the distance at a point of interest. They totally ignored me, seemed uninclined to speak, so I tried to catch a glimpse of what it was they were so totally engrossed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I saw was a dirt devil in the distance, which soon became three and then coalesced together to become one big female devil, devouring everything in her path, uprooting trees, causing devastation. Then I said, &lt;em&gt;"Wait a minute here. If that's what they are really looking at, wouldn't they be more freaked out? Less relaxed? Wouldn't they be exhibiting some sort of nervousness or fear?"&lt;/em&gt; And I began to totally doubt what I was seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the people weren't the least bit interested in talking to me, and when I looked into the distance again, I saw the same thing. Only this time, I kept on watching, and saw that the "dust devil" was putting the trees back into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it occurred to me... &lt;strong&gt;just because something off in the distance looks dangerous and scary, that doesn't mean that it is&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-2587933454626267115?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2587933454626267115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-dust-devil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2587933454626267115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/2587933454626267115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-dust-devil.html' title='Morning Meditation - Dust Devil'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6896409400624944713</id><published>2008-06-28T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:00:33.465-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Salmon Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got the &lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-salmon-for-dinner.html"&gt;salmon fisherman&lt;/a&gt; again. he didn't have anything "new" to say. So I took it to mean that it would be good to take a relaxed but alert attitude with me to my friend Daniel's as I helped him move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the plan, the reality unfolded somewhat differently, and I can't really say that it came anywhere close to a successful salmon spearing expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6896409400624944713?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6896409400624944713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-salmon-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6896409400624944713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6896409400624944713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-salmon-again.html' title='Morning Meditation - Salmon Again?'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3833271225064568383</id><published>2008-06-27T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:09:36.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navaho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ritual'/><title type='text'>Healing Mandalas of the Navaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RqY0nclc2II/AAAAAAAAEkE/WWMQkIVdChw/s1600-h/dry_painting4---fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090814281081739394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RqY0nclc2II/AAAAAAAAEkE/WWMQkIVdChw/s400/dry_painting4---fixed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Navajo art of Sandpainting began as a spiritual healing system rather than art for art's sake. Traditional Diné healing incorporates ritualism, prayer, ceremonies, and herbology to increase wellness and promote harmony with the universe. Sandpaintings are part of religious chants in which "Earth People and Holy People come into harmony, giving healing and protection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Sandpaintings include yéi figures &lt;em&gt;(see below)&lt;/em&gt;, which are Navajo spiritual beings. The healing ceremonies involve medicine men chanting particular songs and simultaneously creating a Sandpainting on the ground. The medicine man asks for the yéis to come into the painting and help to heal the patient by restoring balance and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a healing ceremony is complete, the Sandpainting is destroyed. The Sandpaintings one sees in shops and on the Internet are commercially produced and contain important errors. As the real Sandpaintings are considered sacred, should one come into possession of a correctly completed Sandpainting, the Navajos fear that evil would befall the person in possession of what "amounted to a never-ending cry beseeching the Holy People's appearance." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RqY0nclc2JI/AAAAAAAAEkM/Fp5Y47Lws30/s1600-h/Big-5-Yeis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090814281081739410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RqY0nclc2JI/AAAAAAAAEkM/Fp5Y47Lws30/s400/Big-5-Yeis.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(commercial sand painting depicting the 5 yéis)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~via &lt;a href="http://mandalamadness.blogspot.com/2007/07/healing-mandalas-of-navaho.html"&gt;Mandala Madness&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3833271225064568383?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3833271225064568383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/healing-mandalas-of-navaho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3833271225064568383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3833271225064568383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/healing-mandalas-of-navaho.html' title='Healing Mandalas of the Navaho'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_D8VwTKAphks/RqY0nclc2II/AAAAAAAAEkE/WWMQkIVdChw/s72-c/dry_painting4---fixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6708575320972356243</id><published>2008-06-27T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T23:07:44.383-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - An Amazing Experience</title><content type='html'>I had the most amazing experience today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned to a picture of a medicine man and his wife standing beside their "medicine tipi." It was painted red, and there were symbols drawn on the front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at me and invited me in. I went into the tipi and was immediately struck by the smells - rich and thick - of skins and herbs, smoke and dirt. There was a small central fire pit encircled by round stones, bags and stuff hung from the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat across from one another and he lit his pipe and passed it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I questioned the validity of what I was seeing, saying "Wouldn't there be talk and other protocol before the pipe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and waved his hands as if to brush my doubts aside and said, "We meet here in the dream world. I do what I want here. If I say we smoke - we smoke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we smoked the pipe and I wondered about smudge and sage, but there was none in evidence, so I let that go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he had me lie down. He then put a thick white paste on my forehead and either he said, or I knew, that this was for better seeing. He put a big lump of something dark that seemed like clay or moist earth on my heart, and I could feel it pulling the toxins out of my body right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were at my sides and he turned them, palms down, so that they rested on smooth round stones. I felt that this was to keep me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uncrossed my ankles and proceeded to sing songs and blow smoke and sometimes spit, or blow some kind of liquid at me. Then I had this feeling of being strangled, not real intense, but still pretty clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I saw that a hangman's noose was around my neck and I saw my body being pulled up to hang from the top of the tipi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man pulled me down, and now there was, in addition to the noose, a white cloth bag over my head, like muslin. Later, I wondered if I was accessing a previous life memory of being hanged. In the moment, I was just interested and curious about this turn of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man worked quickly to untie the knotted rope which he then threw into the fire. It flared up and sizzled and then turned into a snake and slithered away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then pulled the cowl off my head and threw it into the fire - it took the white paste on my forehead with it and when it hit the flames it blazed up and a flock of black birds (crows?) flew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around my neck there were still the ligature marks, and it occurred to me that maybe my eyes were bugged out as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man reapplied the white paste and then went to work carefully peeling the marks off my neck, but it was slow going as they kept reappearing. Finally he took a kind of sponge soaked in some sort of healing liquid, and what he did was roll the ligature marks up a little at a time. Then he'd swab behind it and the skin would heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was working, I realized that the soil or clay on my chest had burnt and was shrivelled, dry, and black. The medicine man stopped what he was doing with my neck, and took the charred earth and threw it into the fire where it flared and sizzled and then transformed into a number of dark spiders which scurried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He put another mound or earth on my chest, and then went back to working on my neck, peeling the ligature marks off and swabbing behind, going slowly, making sure the flesh was healing. When he came to the front of my throat, there was a hole underneath, out of which flew a big swarm of screaming butterflies. The screaming wasn't audible, but it was understood. Very weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked in the hole to see if "everyone" was out, and back in a far dark corner was a frightened, big eyed, skinny being. He (the medicine man) said, "Do you belong here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the being and I said, "Yes." simultaneously. I did not want him to pull her out, nor did she wish to leave. Whoever she was, she was clearly malnourished and scared, having been hiding in dark corners for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man unrolled the ligature marks just enough to cover the hole and then he started working on the other side. It was really odd, watching the marks on my throat, which looked like bruises and shrivelled skin being rolled up just like masking tape. He worked slowly rolling and swabbing the skin underneath, making sure the new skin healed before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he had both sides rolled up, and it looked like a scroll stuck there on the front of my throat. I had a fleeting thought, wondering what might be written on it, and I knew that to unroll it and read it would be to undo all the work thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a flourish, the medicine man pulled the scrolled up ligature marks and tossed them into the fire. It melted into a whitish worm shape and crawled away. He then reached a finger into the hole and pulled that dark skinny big eyed being up to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, he asked, "Do you belong here?"&lt;br /&gt;Again, the answer was, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "Well, OK then, but it's time you occupy the space in a good way. Build a fire, make yourself comfortable, go hunting, and feed yourself properly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said, "Go hunting." I had a momentary vision of a warrior in full regalia mounted on a winged war horse. It occurs to me now that the hunting wasn't just for food and nourishment, but for power as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man then showed the being how to travel to and through the heart and how to see out of the third eye. I had some qualms about it at this point, was I really sure I wanted this dark skinny almost gollum-like creature to remain within me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it didn't seem right to evict her either, and it occurred to me that this must be a deeply neglected, thoroughly repudiated part of my self. I also wondered about allowing her to move through my heart - worried this might cause "damage" or "leakage" of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was reassured with a knowing that this part of me needed to be fully expressed with heart and vision, not just spoken or verbalized in a superficial way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medicine man worked with that dark spirit to rebuild the hole in my throat, building it out of living tissue so that it was a "real" fix, not a temporary patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that was complete, I had a realization of &lt;strong&gt;who &lt;/strong&gt;that newly empowered part of me is. And almost as soon as I "knew" it, I "forgot" what I knew. Interesting... huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that completed, the medicine man turned his attention to the lump of earth on my chest. As he pulled it off, it was as if a dark netting or web was pulled out of me. It felt really good to have that ripped out, like an "aahhh" and my whole body relaxed. He tossed it into the fire and there was a huge explosion. Kaboom! There was thunder and lightning and stars. The inside of the tipi turned a dark indigo and the stars and the lights settled into it so that it looked as if it had been painted to resemble the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took the rocks from under my hands and placed them just inside the circle of stones that ringed the fire pit. They turned red as they heated and purified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then painted the soles of my feet red, and told me that I would/could now walk the "good red road."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He moved to my head and pulled off the white paste. It flared up into red and orange flames when it hit the fire. Then he proceeded to wrap me up in a cocoon of light. As soon as he was done, my eyes spontaneously opened - and I knew it was complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6708575320972356243?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6708575320972356243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-amazing-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6708575320972356243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6708575320972356243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-amazing-experience.html' title='Morning Meditation - An Amazing Experience'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-3548708007698685009</id><published>2008-06-26T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:47:02.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>It is not the critic who counts</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It is not the critic who counts;&lt;br /&gt;not the man who points out&lt;br /&gt;how the strong man stumbled,&lt;br /&gt;or where the doer of deeds&lt;br /&gt;could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The credit belongs to the man&lt;br /&gt;who is actually in the arena;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose face is marred&lt;br /&gt;by dust and sweat and blood;&lt;br /&gt;who strives valiantly;&lt;br /&gt;who errs and comes short&lt;br /&gt;again and again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who knows the great enthusiasms,&lt;br /&gt;the great devotions,&lt;br /&gt;and spends himself in a worthy cause;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who at best knows in the end&lt;br /&gt;the triumph of high achievement;&lt;br /&gt;and who at the worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he fails,&lt;br /&gt;at least fails while daring greatly;&lt;br /&gt;so that his place shall never be&lt;br /&gt;with those cold and timid souls&lt;br /&gt;who know neither victory nor defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Theodore Roosevelt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-3548708007698685009?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3548708007698685009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-not-critic-who-counts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3548708007698685009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/3548708007698685009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-is-not-critic-who-counts.html' title='It is not the critic who counts'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8898827620954770525</id><published>2008-06-26T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:47:33.149-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Do what's in here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned this morning to a war party getting ready to head out. The one in front looked down at me and tapped me sharply on the chest with his finger and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do what's in here - Not what's out there." and he indicated the other people standing around. "No! Do what's in here," again with the tapping, "and do it in a good way."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that he wheeled his horse around and they rode off whooping and hollering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8898827620954770525?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8898827620954770525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-do-whats-in-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8898827620954770525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8898827620954770525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-do-whats-in-here.html' title='Morning Meditation - Do what&apos;s in here!'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1928625160987993806</id><published>2008-06-25T22:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:55:25.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal totems'/><title type='text'>The Bear Totem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Zooomr Photo Sharing" href="http://www.freespiritart.com/cool-runnings.php"&gt;&lt;img height="500" alt="Cool Runnings by Daniel Smith" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/5746487_9af1f6fc39.jpg" width="445" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bear has many myths and legends surrounding it. They have played an enormous role in the Native American Indian culture and their skins were often used for protection from the cold in the form of coats and blankets; their claws were used for making jewelry and necklaces and their heads provided masks for Shaman. Native Americans believe that the Bear has strong medicine magic and many tribes consider bears to be Shaman themselves. They are known to American Indian tribes and their Shamans as “Keeper of Medicine” because they keep all the ancient healing secrets of the Indians and the spirits of the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The large powerful paws of a Bear contain, hidden within, long, sharp claws. They use their claws for catching one of their favorite meals, fish, and for climbing trees. Bears are good swimmers and surprisingly fast runners. Although many people see Bears as threatening most are content to mind their own business and only use force when absolutely necessary. They are not man eaters as many people believe, and, in fact, get most of their nutrition from, fish, plants, berries, herbs insects, and yes, even honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bear is a reserved and powerful animal. They signify leadership, family values and lunar magic. They are a spiritual and medicine Totem providing insight and calm grace and words of truth to those who seek their spirit council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears are said to possess Lunar magic and many myths and legends depict the Bears special relationship to the moon. They are devoted mothers, raising and protecting their young from danger, teaching them to forage for food and fish in streams and providing them with all that they need until they are able to care for themselves properly. A Mother Bear will fiercely protect her offspring from any harm or threat of harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears come in different colors and types, but most of them display similar spiritual and physiological characteristics. There are Asiatic Black Bears, American Black Bears, and the Magnificent Brown Bear which can be found throughout Asia, Europe, America and Canada. There is also the enormous Polar Bear, which can be found in colder regions of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bears are honored and respected by spiritualists the world over. Bears are known to impart pure and right wisdom and nothing profane will ever come from the noble Bear. Therefore they are trusted advisers in the spiritual world. The Bear possesses many animal virtues that are powerful and valuable and which any person would be wise to emulate or divine. One who has the power of the Bear will see enhanced leadership abilities, wisdom and fearlessness in defense; a better sense of self control allowing one the ability to use will-power to not speak when angered. Balance, harmony and strength are also all part of this noble totem’s magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magnificent Bear Totem possesses the following virtues: Right words and advice, calm reflective-ness, leadership abilities, courage to do what is right, medicine magic, shamanistic abilities, strong family values, devotion, reserved power, fearlessness in defense, and introspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bear animal totem is a strong spirit indeed and its magical properties are one of the most influential of all animal totems. Strength in leadership, Shamanistic energy, the wisdom to know when to speak, higher self-esteem and so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1928625160987993806?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1928625160987993806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/bear-totem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1928625160987993806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1928625160987993806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/bear-totem.html' title='The Bear Totem'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7451657711948627831</id><published>2008-06-25T08:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:56:58.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - A Bear Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I talked to an old story teller. He told me the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One day Bear, who was a very large bear and very hungry, went down to the river to do some fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On his way, he came to a small round house in which lived a brother and a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha!" said the bear, "Here I have a nice big nut to crack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clapped his powerful hands together and crushed the house between them. He was so forceful that the house was crushed. But with the force of the blow, the two siblings flew right out of the top of the house and landed - quite by accident - at the top of a very tall tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear was not to be deterred, he thought these two "kernels" might be tender and tasty, so he climbed up the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree, however, was unable to bear his weight and broke in half, sending the twins flying. They landed in the river and were immediately swept downstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear shook himself and thought about what to do... there was the river full of fat big fish, there were the two "kernels" disappearing downstream. He looked at the fish swimming under the water - he looked downstream - he looked bat at the fish, right there, almost underfoot. I'll just have one or two for a snack, he thought, and next thing you know he had a full belly and was taking a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twins were very frightened, the river carried them over rocks and around bends... they had many adventures... and they never stopped running from the bear who had long since forgotten all about them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7451657711948627831?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7451657711948627831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-bear-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7451657711948627831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7451657711948627831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-bear-story.html' title='Morning Meditation - A Bear Story'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-8418249615215859503</id><published>2008-06-24T10:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:25:32.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creation'/><title type='text'>Stillness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/shell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/shell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Direction:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;The Center&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Image:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Shell and Quartered Circle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Key Words:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;stillness, center, joining, co-creation, balancing, reconciliation, plurality, destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;purple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Element:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some distant point in mythological time, the living being which we call the planet Earth joined together with the Great Spirit of All That Is to co-create humankind. As the whole is greater than the sum of its parts, so is every child more than a joining of two parents. Distinct from the rest of creation, humankind achieved self-awareness and by so doing gained the right of free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we are children of form and spirit, we have access to both the Earthly and the Divine within ourselves. Further, every individual is a collection of many parts: emotional, mental, spiritual, physical. Each part affects the rest in invisible fashion. But there is a way to achieve balance by seeking the center point of stillness where all parts will merge. If we learn to move from that center, responding not to the various insistent voices of body, heart, spirit or mind but acting from an awareness of the greatest good, then all four are served. They may not receive all their wants, but their real and essential needs will always be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By seeking to balance the plurality of our existence, we have the ability to balance the entire planet. This is the challenge that faces us. But there is no way to point at humanity and say, all right, take responsibility for your actions, make these realizations, because humanity is a collection of billions of individual beings who have lived, live, and may yet live. Our movements as a whole are difficult to perceive. But the awareness of a few can profoundly affect the rest of humanity through the invisible but powerful winds of change. Humanity can evolve through movements in individual lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Earth as Gaia, a living being imbued with the spirit of All That Is, is faced with the same challenge that we face as individuals seeking to balance our plurality. If we choose of our own free will to accept our destiny, releasing the weakness, inadequacy and resistance that binds us to our old vision and world view, then yield to our greatest potential, we can be the wielder of will for the Earth as well, making the decision that will end this cycle and allow a new one to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gift of free will gives us the right to choose any direction and any path. Somehow the gift seems most powerful if it is used to do other than what is expected. Destruction appears to us so much more powerful than creation, taking so much more powerful than giving, controlling so much more powerful than yielding. But this is a distorted view. The other side of the gift of free will gives us the right to choose to be what we are intended to be. While non-human beings accept their roles without choice, we are given the freedom to choose to take our part. From here we make our own paths, then choose to walk upon them, taking responsibility for every choice that we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is going to tell us what we have to do. No force outside us is going to provide an easy solution to our global crisis. No ultimate authority is going to deliver an absolute truth in which we will all finally be able to believe. No relationship, no religion, no acquisition, no achievement, nothing that we find outside us is going to make us whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we journey within ourselves, searching for the center point of stillness, we may discover it is a place we can only approach empty-handed and alone. But turning our backs on the world we may find, to our endless joy, the whole world waiting there for us to arrive and our empty hands holding everything we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~Judith Pintar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-8418249615215859503?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8418249615215859503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/stillness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8418249615215859503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/8418249615215859503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/stillness.html' title='Stillness'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-945939762608554349</id><published>2008-06-24T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T10:27:36.044-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waiting'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Not so different</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a guy sitting on top of a huge rock in the desert. He said, "We are not so different, you and I." And I spend the rest of the time wondering how that could possibly be true, because while I could think of a few superficial ways in which we were the same... I kept coming back to how fundamentally different we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing, that did come to me, however was that waiting and watching is what meditation is.... which is what I do every morning... I sit and listen... and I wait.. and I watch... in that way the two of us are not so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-945939762608554349?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/945939762608554349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-not-so-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/945939762608554349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/945939762608554349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-not-so-different.html' title='Morning Meditation - Not so different'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5082284628271881738</id><published>2008-06-23T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:28:40.648-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rules to live by'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - What Happens Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came upon a  warrior making an offering, a prayer to the Sun. I hesitated to interrupt him, so I just stood there and watched for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, quite suddenly, he said, "You make the offering and then you do whatever it is that you do. Better not to second guess after that. And if the Gods smile on you and the offering was good, all will be well. And if the offering was unacceptable, or the Gods don't smile on you, things may be difficult. Most important is that you are doing what you believe is right. Things go well ...  not well ... doesn't matter. Make the offering, get centered, do what seems correct and what happens happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5082284628271881738?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5082284628271881738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-what-happens-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5082284628271881738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5082284628271881738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-what-happens-happens.html' title='Morning Meditation - What Happens Happens'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7144662359905024943</id><published>2008-06-22T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:39:05.723-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with two girls carrying water, balancing big jars on their heads. I could sense that they would have much rather have been care free, running, laughing, dancing, playing with friends. They were shy, and wouldn't talk to me... not in words... I spent a fair amount of time trying to have some kind of dialogue... here's what I came up with: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's all about balance.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you hold yourself still and stand tall, and carry your burdens in a vertical way, they are much easier than if you "shoulder" them or "handle" them or lug them around. I couldn't imagine how they would have been able to carry those large pots full of water if they'd had to carry them the "regular" way. It's like the balance and the centeredness of carrying something on your head... well... there's something there... some metaphysical notion... that I'm not able to verbalize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7144662359905024943?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7144662359905024943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-balance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7144662359905024943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7144662359905024943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-balance.html' title='Morning Meditation - Balance'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-1722108489679792474</id><published>2008-06-21T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:36:58.996-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Take Your Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with a wonderful woman today. She was painting a hat. She said. &lt;em&gt;"Of course, if people come to you for help, you should help them. But take your time and be meticulous. No need to rush anything. And when a dream comes or an idea, yes let it flow through you, and express it. Just be sure to pay attention to the details."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, this came right on the heels of an idea I had for a kind of "dial a shaman/healer" hot line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-1722108489679792474?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1722108489679792474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-take-your-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1722108489679792474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/1722108489679792474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-take-your-time.html' title='Morning Meditation - Take Your Time'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-4421904707984461325</id><published>2008-06-20T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:39:55.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='West'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spirit Keepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thunderbird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal totems'/><title type='text'>Thunderbird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/thunderbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/thunderbird.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Big Hawk Who Hides Behind the Clouds is a very important symbol to Native people. To some, Thunderbird calls the Thunder Beings, to others, they are one and the same; to others still, the Thunderbird is the servant of the thunderers, the symbol and messenger of these beings of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thunderbird is said to be the biggest hawk to have ever lived on earth. This magnificent hawk was not only good and kindly but very powerful as well. He could sing beautiful songs that would gather others to counsel. He could also sing a song that would draw the rain clouds near. His songs made small game surrender to his mighty talons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this mighty bird fell prey to his own ego. He got swept up in his own greatness and became awed with himself. In his dance of arrogance during his last time on earth he was raised to Spirit in a burst of fire from a thunderbolt. Creator gave him another chance by making him a servant to the Thunder BEings, where he gained pleasure by serving others and learning his place in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbird lives in Spirit now but comes sometimes to teach us about goodness, kindness, cleansing, and healing. He also reminds us of the fiery pain of displaying too much arrogance. Thunderbird teaches us to rise out of our arrogance and go to serve and heal the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sun Bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-4421904707984461325?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4421904707984461325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/thunderbird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4421904707984461325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/4421904707984461325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/thunderbird.html' title='Thunderbird'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5249864770588139916</id><published>2008-06-20T09:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:39:55.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Thunderbird comes dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbird comes dancing to his bride. That's the image for today. And all I could think of was the little &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/06/max-and-tory.html"&gt;birds I'm getting on Sunday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5249864770588139916?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5249864770588139916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-thunderbird-comes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5249864770588139916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5249864770588139916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-thunderbird-comes.html' title='Morning Meditation - Thunderbird comes dancing'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-480400818259195715</id><published>2008-06-19T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:11:47.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='z'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - Taking Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Hupa woman, beautiful and serene in her womanliness, smoothed the hair away from my face, cupped her hand under my chin, and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You must take care of yourself. Take care of yourself first. What happens is you don't have anyone else really to take care of, so you don't stay in your body. You spend too much time in your mind, and the household things, and the care of the body suffers. When you get up, take that time to take care of yourself, save that other for later. Groom the body, feed it properly, take better care and you will have more strength, and more energy. Alone it is harder to do this, so the effort must be made."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-480400818259195715?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/480400818259195715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-taking-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/480400818259195715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/480400818259195715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-taking-care.html' title='Morning Meditation - Taking Care'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-7063429313671561391</id><published>2008-06-18T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:08:35.601-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>The Story of False Face</title><content type='html'>The story of False Face&lt;br /&gt;as told by &lt;a href="http://shirleytwofeathers.blogspot.com/2008/03/mad-bear.html"&gt;Mad Bear Anderson&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myotherdrive.com/file/376.530616.13032008.84654.0067fi/DSCN0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand" alt="false face mask" src="http://myotherdrive.com/file/376.530616.13032008.84654.0067fi/DSCN0145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will tell you his story - who he is and how he came to look like that. But he is gone on now, evolved beyond this. These Beings have graduated and gone to a higher world - and they are high, high, high, beyond us. Yet we keep the False Face in this form and we pay honor and respect to it. It reminds us of a lesson far ahead of us - a hard lesson that we have yet to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call him False face even though that wasn't his name at his time. That was never the name of him or his people but that is how we refer to it. False Face had studied and learned all the basic things in the universe. Then he had prepared and developed himself in all the medicine ways. It took centuries of hard work, but eventually he developed all the spiritual powers known on this Earth. He knew all the ways of the Creator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day False Face stood out in a large field looking at the skies and at the mountains in the distance. And he thought to himself: Knowing as I do all the ways of the Creator, all things in this world are possible for me. I now understand how all things are done. Why, if it should be my will, those mountains should have to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he heard the voice of the Creator whom he knew as the Great Lord of the Universe. The voice said, "Yes, I am the Lord and the mountains are there by my will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False face paused for a moment. Many times he had heard the voice of the Creator; but now he was thinking only of himself. Speaking aloud, he announced in a powerful voice, "I have come to know the ways of the Lord and I can duplicate them all! I can move these mountains if I wish!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Creator repeated, "Yes, I am the Lord and I can move mountains."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not you!" shouted False Face. "I am referring to myself, I am talking about me. Have I developed all this for nothing? Can I do nothing myself? I have learned all the rules of power and creation! Do you still think I am useless without you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are never without me," the Great Spirit answered in a gentle voice, "for I am always with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I know all your secrets now," False Face protested. "I know how you do all these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is because you have come to me," said the Great Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all that he had learned, in spite of all his training and wisdom, False Face experienced a rush of great pride and anger, and he shouted at the Creator. "Go away. Leave me alone. I don't need you anymore. I am now powerful and you want to think of me as your little child. I am not your little child anymore. I can do anything that you can do. So just leave me alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alone?" said the Great Spirit. "There is no alone. How can I leave you? We are one and cannot be apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These gentle, loving words only made False Face more angry. It seemed to him, in his anger, that the Lord was discrediting him in spite of all his long efforts and the remarkable knowledge and power that he had attained. It seemed to him that the Great Spirit was still claiming all power for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his angry state, False Face determined to have a contest with the Lord of the Universe and he challenged Him. "I know you don't want these mountains moved, Lord. But I am going to move them against your will. Then you will see that I am something in my own right. You can pit your power against me if you wish, Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do not pit anything against anything," answered the Lord. "This idea of a contest is a temporary dream. Wake up and come to me now and you will see that nothing is anything in its own right apart from all that is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But False Face repeated his challenge, "You are trying to take everything away from me, Lord. You cannot take this chance away. Do what you like. Oppose me if you like, but I am going to move these mountains anyway, knowing that you want them where they are, so that it will be clear that it is done by my will alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False face waited there in the field, grim and determined, and there was nothing but silence. So he went about the contest. Though he strained with all his might, trying everything that he had learned and developed over the centuries, nothing happened. Nothing at all. There was only a soft breeze, and the mountains stood in the distance as always. he flew into a rage, cursing in a way that cannot be repeated and, when there was only silence, daring the Lord to respond. He called the Great Spirit a fake and a liar, claiming the Creator had pitted his Great Will against him in spite of promising he would not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an idea occurred to him. He would have his contest yet. He shouted at the Lord, daring the Lord to move the mountain while he tried to block Him with his own will as the Lord had done to him. He believed that if the Lord had neutralized his power then he could do the same to Him. But he also believed that the Lord might well want the mountains where they were and would be unwilling to move them. In either case, nothing would happen. He craved to claim victory over the Lord and he felt sure he would win his dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouted his challenge again. He clenched his fists and squinted his eyes and screamed into the sky; and before he could finish his sentence, he heard a trembling and a rumbling. He spun around to look just as the mountain was coming to his side. That was a mistake, for that caused the mountain to strike his face and break his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that the gentle voice of the Great Spirit was heard again. "Now look what we have done to our beloved self. No matter. It is very temporary. We shall now set it right with our collective will, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False Face felt a moment of great pain, and then he had a sudden awareness. There was no contest. There had never been any contest. This was another of his countless lessons. But this was the ultimate lesson and he had arranged it - he and His Own Self - so that he could be free from the desire to be a separate, independent something in its own right. So that he could be free from being apart and alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-oOo-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mad Bear went on to say&lt;/strong&gt;: "Just think what we have to look forward to. After all our learning and development, we are still going to come to that last great contest - that last big hurdle for the powerful ego. Isn't that something? But once you have made that last hurdle, that's it. Then you graduate and go on to a higher level. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-7063429313671561391?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7063429313671561391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-of-false-face.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7063429313671561391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/7063429313671561391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-of-false-face.html' title='The Story of False Face'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-6924307464044732253</id><published>2008-06-18T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:17:33.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morning Meditation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Morning Meditation - False Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Take your false face off.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to throw your hands up in despair!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Amber Canyon" href="http://www.zooomr.com/photos/shirleytwofeathers/4979976/"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Amber Canyon" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/4979976_9fd95f443f_t.jpg" width="74" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/05/appointment-with-teacher.html"&gt;~what's this?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-6924307464044732253?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6924307464044732253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-false-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6924307464044732253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/6924307464044732253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-meditation-false-face.html' title='Morning Meditation - False Face'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1555850886344816419.post-5049182197745936974</id><published>2008-06-17T20:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:07:24.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother Earth'/><title type='text'>Ah to be alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/fall_stream_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z236/shirleytwofeathers/fall_stream_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah to be alive&lt;br /&gt;on a mid-September morn&lt;br /&gt;fording a stream&lt;br /&gt;barefoot, pants rolled up&lt;br /&gt;holding boots, pack on,&lt;br /&gt;sunshine, ice in the shallows,&lt;br /&gt;northern rockies.&lt;br /&gt;Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters&lt;br /&gt;stones turn underfoot, small and hard on toes&lt;br /&gt;cold nose dripping&lt;br /&gt;singing inside&lt;br /&gt;creek music, heart music,&lt;br /&gt;smell of sun on gravel.&lt;br /&gt;I pledge allegiance.&lt;br /&gt;I pledge allegiance to the soil&lt;br /&gt;of Turtle Island&lt;br /&gt;one eco system&lt;br /&gt;in diversity&lt;br /&gt;under the sun -&lt;br /&gt;With joyful interpenetration for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Gary Snyder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1555850886344816419-5049182197745936974?l=feathersandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5049182197745936974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-to-be-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5049182197745936974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1555850886344816419/posts/default/5049182197745936974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feathersandbones.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-to-be-alive.html' title='Ah to be alive'/><author><name>Two Feathers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911925862486389242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D8VwTKAphks/SaX5kJRBZAI/AAAAAAAAK_s/ji4uksEExm0/S220/j0178695-square.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
