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Saturday, October 23, 2004

Whittling Toys

Whittle the toys for the young one to play; after all, you were once young too. Now, they prefer to press buttons and run-a-muck in virtual worlds. But were we no different, dreaming of far away lands and taking spirit journeys to the ends of the earth. Yet, somehow, their play seems more frivolous,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 21, 2004

The Blending of Souls

I wear the knot ring as a sign that souls entwine. We are quietly apart now, but with the ring of friendship, the whole brotherhood is with me. I can hold it high to the heavens and see the sun between my digits. Then, I know that each man has his calling, has his path and journey. But we take our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Bulbing Rituals

Planting the bulbs is a good idea now. I plant them, not my woman - as she contends with the corn bread and the mentrual tent. I must assure the bulbs are quite hidden from her view, so when she returns to me purified, I can have her guess where they will sprout up in Spring. For every bulb she... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Standing Ground

How many times have I wanted to run and hide, to avoid the fight that was inevitable, yet stayed my ground and fell to fate? How many times? It is a wanton wish to be taller than we are or should be, at such moments, when to walk away and sigh is a better course and a taller act. The temper of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 18, 2004

Racing the Devil

Some days, the world speeds by and we are not keeping to the pace. We spin and whirl, snapping and scratching like old foxes and grim turtles. Then, as we watch and wait, the world slows down, unable to sustain itself; and we draw even, and finally pass it by. We are still grumpy turtles and foxes,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Click, Click, Clicking Out of Unaka's Hell

As I sit here through the night, computer screen, at work, click, click, click - same reports, same routines - I think when I was the chief warrior in this tribe. I ordered and commanded, my pressure high, my flame resplendant. All who knew me knew a corporate mover and shaker. But now, I am the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 15, 2004

In My Own Quiet Way

The cool drink of fresh water from the cold stream is best when the morning dew mats my hair. When young, we Cherokee make passage to the stream, to cleanse our thoughts and hearts. We find a sacred spot and burn tobacco, and sage inhaling the spirits to commune with our fathers. We look to our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

Remote and Alone

When I am alone, I think of the days when I was glad to have people about me, singing and clapping, dancing and shouting, whoops to the heavens, above the smoldering campfire, the crackling sparks illuminating the night sky. Now I prefer a quiet place, a warm radiator, a piping hot cup of tea and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Remote and Alone

When I am alone, I think of the days when I was glad to have people about me, singing and clapping, dancing and shouting, whoops to the heavens, above the smoldering campfire, the crackling sparks illuminating the night sky. Now I prefer a quiet place, a warm radiator, a piping hot cup of tea and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Prairie Courting

Fair is the maid I pursue on the knoll. Just ahead of me she stays, knowing I watch, but keeping her distance. I stop and gaze, tilting my head to catch the breeze, my crow feather shown best when blown apart. I feel her smile, although I only see her back. I know she has etched me in her heart. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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