Diary of Medicine Flower

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004

Poor Injun

Poor Injun I, who once drew a six digit salary as a profit machine from a great corporate firm. I worked around the clock every day and pioneered their systems and feathered their nests. But, as a poor injun, I could not imagine a disunion from the firm. I pissed my money away as more was coming.... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 11, 2004

Stoking Thanks

Awaking each morning, I turn my face to the horizon and thank the Maker for the day, the opportunity for life and the challenge of growth. This is important not to forget, for if we take for granted the simple act of arising each day and not be grateful for it, we cannot expect to enjoy less complex... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 10, 2004

I am Medicine Flower

I am Medicine Flower, A-wo-di A-tsi-lv s-gi, named for the healing spirit of the warrior. Named for the berdache soul that caresses me. My touch to blesses the wanderer, the lost and the fearful, giving respite to the weary and the pained. My bloom is on the morning frost and the fiery sundown as it... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 9, 2004

Over the Shoulder Glancing

Looking backward is something I do, but I shouldn't. There's plenty to remember, good things and bad. But that which is not inside me and brought forward is perhaps best left to rest in the bowels of the past. That which moves forwad with me is not in the past, but here on my journey. No need to... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, October 8, 2004

Sipping Life on the Prairie

In the prairielands, the winds can drive you mad, the wide open spaces sucking your mind to boredom and drink. The world about me sometimes is too much, too wide and too windy to keep my ribbon shirt from carrying me off to a deep dark drink. As I sip, however, the world closes in and I see better.... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, October 7, 2004

Birth Sounds

Standing by the sea at midnight, I hear the waves and smell the salt and know it is the sea - although I see it not. If I were from a shouting tribe, I could scare the birds and echo over the foam with a loud call. But I will save that to detect a canyon in the dark, where echoes are functional and... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, October 5, 2004

Blood Kindred All

We call the written word 'Leaves in the Wind' because we watched the Unakas write and pass the knowledge between them. It was for that reason Sequoia made the talking leaves, the letters that we taught our children scatched in the sand. We made the talk on paper, printing the first Native News; and... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 4, 2004

The Bronzing of a Warrior

Now, when the seasons change, is the time I look inside me. It is then I see the mature warrior, growing healthy in the sun, bronzed by autumn's ripening. If we look to the outer places or to others, we cannot see what is truly important within ourselves. What is there to see in markets and fast... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, October 3, 2004

Walking the River

Be my friend at my side as we walk the trail together to the end. Can it be so hard to let you go? Can it be so hard to watch you fade? You have been near me, by me, in me for an age; so, much the grace that carols to my soul and moves me each day towards my final peace. Yet, you now go before me,... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 2, 2004

Wearing the Spirit Pouch

The essence of this life we carry about in a small little leather rabbit pouch. In it, corn and pebbles, soil and copper, a hair from my first love and an expired Opera ticket - La Boheme - my first. These are things that have great power, because they touch the soul of my soul. They provide the... Sign in to see full entry.

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