The Solstice Fire by Peno Hardesty

come---the solstice fire burns---our mother awakens and our relations share the fire---solidarity of life--all life---solidarity of creation---all creation---we let go of our anger and of our fear---we listen to the truths that rise in the smoke and take shape in the embers-----we ask" bless us protect us guide us accept us"----we feel the warmth of the fire and we hear clearly our own heartbeat ---recognizing our own heart for the first time in a very long time----and then in the warmth of the embers---beneath the careful watch of the owl ---we recognize that we are indeed one heartbeat of one creation under one creator

solstice blessings

por favor----come===sit------the fire burns for us all.............................

Intuitive Emapthy by Barbara Carvallo

When one follows the Craft of the Wise one is given the gifts one requests.  I was given the gift of healing the Earth.  I am a master gardener and where I plant new life grows by Goddess’s grace.  Each seedling, stem, leaf, bud and bloom is a healing testament to our Great Mother’s fertility, majesty and enduring beauty. 

I asked for and was given the “sight” of my grandmothers and the gift of the empath. They cannot be given back because I must learn their lessons.  Like it or not, it was my choice.  If I could choose to return one it would the gift of intuitive empathy.  This world is so full of pain and suffering that at times I am overwhelmed with a deep abiding sorrow, chocked with grief and paralyzed with a dreadful lassitude that is not mine.

I believe that Goddess gives us each a light with which to follow our chosen path.  That light appears to embrace the snow when winter’s moon is full; is the candlelight on the altar and the starlight dancing through the trees.  It is the sunrise, the sunset and the rebirth of the sun at Winter Solstice or Pagan Yule.  Instead of Christmas, many who follow the old ways celebrate the old holiday.  After all, it was ours first.

For some reason at this time of year there is an oppressive feeling of great sadness, great longing and regret.  At times like this when I am so wounded and exhausted that I can barely see the path, all I can do is trust in Goddess’s light with faith that it will lead to the end of my path at the end of my days where all lessons are learned and wisdom grows in the fertile soil of understanding.

The Holiday Season by Jackie B. Steele

Warmed Blanket around me I walk into the night. So many memories from deep within the Earth calling. When we all were Matriarchal Tribal people, that remembered. The tides of Earth, Moon, & Sun deeply felt. The circle, the dancing of all the Sphere's resonating, moved us and our relations. Deeply heard with awe, migrations of spirit and physical beings who worked with the tides are still deeply felt & heard. Calling our attention, & intentions. contrary to public belief, these tides, of Sun, Moon, Earth, & stars, are the Reason for the Holiday Season. I wish for all of you however you remember, the most peaceful, compassionate, meaningful Winter Tide. Through love & the heart we all remember.
Manidoo - gizisoons (Small Spirits Moon)
Grandmother Moon waxes to fullness in the long dark in the Constellation of Gemini, she peaks on Tuesday very early 4:28 CST, from now until then, she is Beautiful, reflecting Back the light of the Sun.
In the darkness now peaking.
in the crystal cave of insight,
drifts of spirit and healing these long nights,
sharing Love with all, a humble delight.
Miigwetch

"You will note that everything moves in a Circle......." - Black Elk.

Good Morning by Jackie B. Steele

The hush of a cold Peri - dawn morning. Seven degrees F, & the Earth sparkles with a crystalline shawl. The Crows are cawing thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks, for the remains of the "IN house spirit bowl" with my thank you to the life sacrificed to feed us, the day before and refresh daily. No one has touched Dukes Spirit bowl of feed, even though I put some out each dusk in other areas for the Fox. The Eagles were fishing the last open areas on the lake yesterday, that I know are delicately iced over today, they will hunt the fields now or fly to the Rivers for better fishing. The long dark, trusting our inner sight, Owl Medicine, the magical glowing eyes of predator & Prey. The brilliance of Star Nation twinkling in the crisp air. Observing the Nearly Quarter Moon Gracing the West, when i look at her shape, knowing the Sun is now In Sagittarius, and the Moon nearly in a square & waning to New on December 2, recalling the Constellations that square Sag, and realize it is Virgo for Waning, (Pisces if Waxing)and near square, is Leo. So the Moon is in Leo. Both Sun & Moon in Fire element this Sunday Morning. I am Grateful. You are full of Greatness also, I Love you~& the Sparkling long dark.& Hot Coffee this new day Good Morning Good People.

The Future Loves Us by Peno Hardesty

music is dialysis for the soul-----the sounds of the city---the ocean---a slight rustle in the brush---symphonies of nature and life ---gifts--the healing of a heartbeat ---the purr of a cat----little granddaughter "ma p===it is my birthday but i have a gift for you"-----i close my eyes---phone pressed to my ear----there is only music---the beautiful sounds of tiny fingers on a piano-----cleansing tears flow freely----"want to hear it again ma p?" oh yes child of child---oh yes...........................................................
.the future loves us--
-come---
we fight for the future-------
close our eyes
hear the music
cleanse
believe
por favor
believe enough to care
care enough to fight

Fight Back by Peno Hardesty

 

perhaps the great flood of biblical lore is upon us----no---nothing to do with angry gods or sailors who build arks---tears mis amigos----tears----persons with disabilities need the community first option of obamacare----persons who are ill deserve medical care---persons who are hungry deserve food---young minds deserve education----families left mourning deserve a country free of senseless gun violence and from the laws that allow killers to walk free---tears---tears from those who are chained-----chained by intolerance and chained by indifference----chained by fear guarded by the fearful----tears flow and begin to fill the valley and the gutter----chains rattle as the chained begin to fight---tears fill the streets ----and the chains rattle against the rising waters of tears----no one dares to resist too hard but there is a sense that resistance is beginning----the haters stand on their balcony--covering their ears to sounds of chains----waters... of tears rising as the chained fear drowning-------there is no moses to part the waters mis amigos----there is only us-----the chains that bind are broken by courage---the courage to face the fearful and step over them ---for it is only their own fear that they guard---------stop reading and pick up the phone---call congress---write your local paper---people are hungry and people are sick----people are dying--

people are scared and people are dying
and
i am on facebook------

like cinderella
fearing midnight

fear
fuck fear
fight back

The Breath of Life by Peno Hardesty

gracias----come--we walk now----si---is dusk and the creations are singing---it is alright---that is only the old bald pig---he does not see well now---speak to him---he follows the voice---come---under the vines---they are fragrant--si?---listen---cicada----there---the owl---soon she will fly---now she shares our walk----is something wrong?---that is just the beating of your own heart---it has been a while since you have heard it---feel the earth beneath you--touch it--feel the bark of the cypress tree and hold the dangling moss close to you----look up--through the canopy as the darkness encircles us---feel the night ---here--put you hand in front of your mouth and feel your breath---become aware as your chest moves---feel it--experience it---life---your life---now give me your hand----close your eyes and concentrate on your own breath--feel it --experience it----warm breath against your hand--only this is the breath of the old bald pig---and my breath----and the breath of the night----life---the breath of life---all life.......................