Diary of Medicine Flower

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Thursday, November 4, 2004

Leaves in the Wind

They draw on leaves - these white men do. They pass the leaves about their kind. To each the meaning is precise and clear, consistant this invention of tale telling. Inspired by these leaves in the wind, I learn the Cherokee letters and know that I too can pass my meaning along because I have... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Selling the Ground

They are selling the ground beneath you. Move along before you fall. The pit is opening and swallowing your home, your great hovel built by your own sweat. But you know that the earth cannot be sold or the air divided for use. So, why worry when they cut your heart with such unnatural pain. Even... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 2, 2004

Giving Thanks Daily

I pray my morning prayer to the Creator. I pray it before I take my first step or my first breath. I say thank Thee for this glorious day and that I am in it. Be praised for the sight I have, that which is accorded to me. Thank you for the opportunities and the challenges and the mobilities, the... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 1, 2004

Play Time

It is time to play with children, to hear their laughter in the trees. It is time to volley at poleball with the young braves and the old men. The corn dolls are made for dressing, while the red clay is packed for sliding into the river. Young and old love this time, a time to relax and enjoy - to... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 31, 2004

Gentle Reminders

I hear what you say that you're tired and overworked; and I know in your heart and mind you believe it to be so. But I tell you, be assured, that those who have gone before us moved mountains and emptied streams just to say they lived another day and slept another night. Machine world of ours, which... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 29, 2004

The Little Smoke

At birth we are given some osage and grass to fire at our coming of age. There, while no one intrudes, we burn the little smoke and privately inhale, the great spirit filling our hearts and minds with messages. Our souls relax into the secret corners, the places given to us by our ancestors, by our... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Claw and Feather

I need no paper to tell me I am smart, or some ribbons to make me brave. But I will take hold of that which gives me strength and wear it close to my heart. For that I seek a fast bird and a strong bear; for in their natural abilities, they have their needs fulfilled.The morning comes and sets the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 26, 2004

The Moon of Discontentment

Bronze disk in the sky covered as if the clouds bled and rust makes for an unsettling omen for the times, this moon of our discontent. Sharp summary on conditions, men falling in desert storms, told that they brave the day for their heart songs and homes. But under the deceitful moon, the omen moon,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 25, 2004

Possessing the Gold Fields

Half eyes opened to half truths are better than wide eyes facing total lies. So, I thought when I smoked the little smoke and held the corn offerings before my solid stone house. It is not unnatural for these men to want the ground, even if I am standing firmly upon it. Now that I know their ways,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 24, 2004

My Autumn Thoughts

Autumn turns the trees to finery much the same way every year. I think, my autumn should be so fine, with golden smiles to the onlookers and brown endurance to the well wishers. Sturdy, my body would do well to stand against the coming wind and shade the children at play. The breeze makes my fingers... Sign in to see full entry.

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