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Walk in Beauty ![]() Sometimes you find your sister as a little girl... you grow up with her and hold her close. Sometimes you find your sister as a woman grown, and you hold her closer for having missed growing up with her. Today's American society - the streets, the workplace, the family - very often forces women into the position of having to be either ignored or taken advance of. We are called wimpy if we say nothing and bitchy if we speak. Since neither of these ways of existence is comfortable or healthy for us, we tend to either bring out our warrior side or we move ourselves emotionally into a place of subservience. The reality is that, as women, we are many things… sometimes the quiet one who hangs back, sometimes the Mother Bear who roars at the top of her lungs in anger, sometimes the wise Elder calm and full of wisdom. By allowing our twenty-first century culture to dictate to us who we are during this lifetime, we give up the special unique spirit which is the feminine birthright. Go sit on Mother Earth, alone without your drum, without your book, without your mate… go sit on her and ask her to pour her ancient knowledge into your mind. Ask her to warm your body and lighten your spirit. It is up to us to choose our path. Before you can understand the old ways, you have to know who you are today. Before you can determine when to hang back and when to step forward, you have to know what you believe.
- Many Ponies
![]() The Sacred Instructions given by the Creator to Native people at the time of Creation were as follows:
![]() Herb Lore: the Sacred Sage - ( salvia officinalis )
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Magical Properties: Delighting In All The Baby Steps Along The Way Of Her Journey - She Celebrates The Wonder of Her Unfolding. ![]() As strong, beautiful women on the Red Road it is our duty and our honor to teach not only with our words but with our actions. We honor the Mother and each other by dressing and conducting ourselves in a way that shows others our pride in our femaleness without being 'showy'. We are Daughters of the Earth, and enjoy the richness Creator gives us whether we are planting corn or cooking it, whether we are loving a child or a mate, whether our tears are of sadness, wonder or joy.
An 83-year-old woman wrote this to her friend... the last line says it all. Dear Bertha, I'm reading more and dusting less. I'm sitting in the yard and admiring the view without fussing about the weeds in the garden. I'm spending more time with my family and friends and less time working. Whenever possible, life should be a pattern of experiences to savor, not to endure. I'm trying to recognize these moments now and cherish them. I'm not "saving" anything; we use our good china and crystal for every special event such as losing a pound, getting the sink unstopped, or the first Amaryllis blossom. I wear my good blazer to the market. My theory is if I look prosperous, I can shell out $28.49 for one small bag of groceries. I'm not saving my good perfume for special parties, but wearing it for clerks in the hardware store and tellers at the bank. "Someday" and "one of these days" are losing their grip on my vocabulary. I feel if it's worth seeing or hearing or doing, I want to see and hear and do it now. I'm not sure what others would've done had they known they wouldn't be here for the tomorrow that we all take for granted. I think they would have called family members and a few close friends. They might have called a few former friends to apologize and mend fences for past squabbles. I like to think they would have gone out for a Chinese dinner or for whatever their favorite food was. I'm guessing; I'll never know. It's those little things left undone that would make me angry if I knew my hours were limited. Angry because I hadn't written certain letters that I intended to write one of these days. I am angry and sorry that I didn't tell my husband and parents often enough how much I truly love them. I'm trying very hard not to put off, hold back, or save anything that would add laughter and luster to our lives. And every morning when I open my eyes, tell myself that it is special. Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God. ![]() |
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