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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Taking the Unity Concert for the Black Hills home with me

I am still trying to take into my being the feeling of awe and wonder I experienced being with people from all over the world who believe the Sacred Spaces should be turned over to the First Nations peoples to care and tend for with spiritual stewardship. There was such great respect for Mother Earth, the Elders, the Grandmothers and the Grandfathers. There were so many children there~ toddlers, breast feeding babies, wild walkabout ones and so many youths up on stage singing our new world into being along with the Big names of old times. I feel like I was a part of a great movement of love and peace. I carry the lessons I learned in songs and stories home in my heart. I have a crystal to plant in the waters of Fish River in my backyard that will flow out into the Gulf of Mexico on September 21st along with the crystals and prayers that will be seeded into waters all over the world that day. My heart is filled to the brim and overflowing with hopefulness, joy, peace and love! I feel it tingling in my fingers and my toes. I feel it flowing out into the world from everyone who got to be in the sacred space of the Black Hills for this UNITY concert. I hope you feel it, too!

Sunday at the Unity Concert for the Black Hills

These are some of the performers who got up on stage Sunday
Tsering Ladoe for Tibet
Uran Singer
Arlo Guthrie
David Amram
Rev. Kalanu Souza from Hawaii
Mel Lone Hill
Natanni Means
Paul Winter
Scatter Their Own
Tina Malia
Tracy Bone
Shawn Little Thunder (again)
Xavier Rudd (again)
These are just a listing of some of the performers that got up on stage. I wish you could've been there to hear their stories about why they are singing for our Mother Earth and to hear many of the Elders speak about the importance of returning sacred sites all over the world into the loving care and stewardship of the First Nations peoples.
I started out Sunday morning by attending a flower essence workshop. We traipsed up onto the hillside and gathered small gifts into a vessel of Black Hills' water, performed ceremonies and created sacred water infused with gifts from the black hills.
One interesting revelation I had was that when I gifted my salaiva and a strand of my hair in thanks for the Black Hills gifts to place into the water vessel I was leaving my DNA embedded into the Black Hills where it will stay forever.
I went to the Black Hills with peanut butter, crackers and nuts to eat, bringing very little cash money. A dear sweet lady Airica Parker from Colorado generously gifted money to Roselena for the expense of the bottles we carried our Black Hills infused water away in.
The music ceremony started with prayers for peace where we did a call out and echo chant for peace naming every country in the world . There were prayer flags. We were each given crystals to place in the waters where we live on September 21st. This will be a day of worldwide prayer for our waters. 
After Xavier Rudd sang the second time on Sunday I went up to him and told him I had seen him @ the Hangout Music Festival the year after our son was killed when a lady accidentally ran a red light and killed him on his motorcycle. Saturday night Xavier told the story about his mentor dying and how he could still feel his presence in his life. I told Xavier how I'd felt my son Josh's presence standing near me when I first heard Xavier down at the beach and both Saturday night and Sunday afternoon in the Black Hills. Xavier hugged me twice and held my hand as I went trailing off ....

Sunday, September 14, 2014


I  saw, heard and was wrapped in the storytelling and songs of
Aloysius Weasel Bear
Beatrice Long Visitor Holy Dance (one of the 13 Grandmothers)
Carl Blackbird
Deya Dova from Austrailia 
Joanna and Leah Shenandoah
Lyla June
Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary
His daughter and son-in-law
Shawn Little Thunder
Ta'Kaiya Blaney
Xiuhtzeaetl and Itzchuntli Martinez 14 yr old & his younger brother (with their older sister they make up Earth Guardians)
Buffy Sainte~Marie
Nahko Bear
Xavier Rudd
There were probably others I haven't listed. The music lasted until 2 a.m. I was so freezing cold I didn't even go to the campfire. It was 39 degrees so once again I did not sleep in the tent~ I slept in my jeep Libertina.
What can I say about the words that were spoken? /the songs that were sung?
Can I say I feel like I have been in a place of birth?
Here in these Black Hills wake up words have been spoken.
Here songs have been sung.
Prayers have been prayed.
There is an honoring of what is sacred .
Vows have been made to weave spirituality into the fabric of the American Dream.
People have come from all over the world with specific intentions to giving back to the First Nations peoples the  guardianship of some of the Sacred Places all around the world.
There are warriors who have made camp along where a pipeline is mapped out to be places.
They are willing to die and give up their lives to stand up for what they believe.
More than that this is the gathering of people who are living their lives with great respect for Mother Earth. They are honoring Great Spirit in their lives. They are mindful of the elements and the directions. They are walking their talk and doing actions that reflect their thoughts. Loving each other is the message here and expressing love for everyone and everything in ways that will guarantee a legacy for 7 generations that is even more beautiful and abundant than it was when we came to it. We are the people the world has been waiting for. The time is now. Pick up the tasks that come into your hands to do~ and do them with love.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

One of the 13 Grandmothers

One of the 13 Grandmothers with her grandsons

Peter Yarrow and his son

Peter of Peter, Paul & Mary fame set up the sound system this morning.

New tipi tents arrived today

But Alas! and Alack! not a bunch more people. Nothing like weather reports of snow in SD to keep campers away! 

Medicine Wheel

Drying the tears ceremony

How does morning come?

How does morning come?
It comes with pale blue
gripping a gentle hold
onto the eastern edge of the night sky
Where it has touched
the stars twinkle and disappear 
It shakes the linen of this fine day
and gold appears on that fine line 
that is the sky's eastern edge
Colors crawl up the sky
and mystically metamoph into yellow
The whole dark sky lightens it's dark night blue 
until the tiny rim of the sun ball appears peeking up above the Eastern hill
You can hold your breath now 
and watch the sun's whole body sashay forth
The new day has come!

How can one sleep

How can one sleep when the moon is dancing overhead ?
What happens to us when we have forgotten the star's stories?
When it had been too long since we have bathed our bodies in the moonlight?
When the wood has been gathered but the fire has not yet been lit?
What happens in the stillness of not doing?
When we cease to be about doing?
When we are resting in the isness of being?
In the great night silence
the world at rest 
What dreams may come?
Where are the night creatures to accompany us?
What song could we dare to sing
when our own heart is the only drumbeat?
When the sun's light comes 
There will be the flute songs
But in the silence of the night surrounding us
with the red threads loosened
and the web that weaves us to the world gone slack
with no gravity to hold us to the earth
would we slip slide
and maybe fall through the earth
and out the other side 
finding ourselves in other realms?
Not bound to our bodies
would we perhaps fling ourselves out into
the empty spaces between the stars?
Without the stars' stories to inform us and give us direction
Without this World's compass with its East, South, West and True North
Without the threads that connect us one to another
What would our tale be?

Friday, September 12, 2014


What does it mean to watch the sun set and the stars begin to shine on a hillside in South Dakota with tents and teepees scattered around? Tomorrow they expect a flood of people but tonite there is just a scattering. Friendly faces. Some I already hold some of their stories in my heart. What stories and ceremonies will the morrow bring? What stories do the stars hold for me tonight? The cold Mother Earth reaches up to encircle me in her arms and says: Look! Listen!! Take note on this auspicious occasion. Learn anew what it means to live heartfirst into this world. You are a child of mine. You are made of stardust. If you learn well you will be better able to shine. Awaken to my beauty on this cold night. Let the fires of my passions warm your bones. Search for my greatest truths for the Highest Good of All. Open your heart to the songs that will be sung here. Make space for the stories that will be spilled into your heart.

Woke up to blue skies

Spent the nite sleeping @ the rest stop near Belevedere, SD. Had to stop @ 3 a.m. As I was running outta gas and not finding any Gas stations open. The earth we live on is so gloriously beautiful in all her many faces. Me here from the coastal edges of the gulf and far away from the Smokey mountains where I was born has to marvel at the flat beauty surrounding me. Traveling helps me think about all of the different places one can be born into and wondering just what living life would be all about if I lived yon rather than tither.....

Thursday, September 11, 2014

I am in South Dakota

I am near Burbank SD
Gonna try to drive 3 more hours
/@ least 96 miles to the next rest stop tonite.

You can listen to the concert

If you go to
At the top is a way you can listen to the concert from afar
So it'll be like you are with me

FINALLY~ a new state

The people of Iowa welcome me to Iowa!

I am STILL in Missouri

I just passed the exit to Brownville, Nebraska where our daughter acted in summer theater way back when she graduated from Clarke College in Dubuque, Iowa.

Missouri seems to go on forever

The skies are gray and the temperature cool. There were snow showers last night in the Black Hills I am traveling toward today. At least the yellow flowers have not let go of their hold on summer.

Thursday morning wake-up

I just awoke from a nice nap @  Jackson, Missouri rest stop.
It is gray and cloudy here after last night's pouring rains.
I checked and there are snow showers in Piedmont South Dakota where I am headed.
Hmm... change from the days in the 90s  down on the Gulf Coast in southern Alabama.
Changes in latitude..

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Road signs along the way

I could not take photo of my Welcome to Arkansas as I saw the sign in the middle of of an Interstate bridge.

Drove thru Arkansas Am now in Missouri

Welcome sign to Arkansas was in the middle of Omterstate bridge .
Needless to say I did not stop to take a picture of it.
Did get a photo of  my Welcome to Missouri.
Will see if I can post pictures.
Ramblin' on the roads toward the Black Hills.

Tennessee welcomes me!

Driving thru Memphis.
Leaving Mississippi.

I am welcomed to Mississippi

I took a picture of the sign but can't rember how to post picture yet

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Big Mama Plans Her Getaway To The Black Hills

At first Big Mama had talked herself outta going. After all she had just recently come back from hopping outta the nest and hopping offa the cloud where she and Lordy lived to go see sonar pictures of her daughter Sarah-Star and son-in-law Al's baby girl Aeraly Ember. Lordy had been too busy with The Theater to go along with Big Mama on that trip to North Carolina and he was certainly more busy with The Theater now so he couldn't trek offa the cloud to go to Unity's Concert for the Black Hills. Still in her heart Big Mama longed to go so she explored the website to see who all would be there musically and possibly to do ceremony. Of course, Buffy Sainte~Marie who was on Big Mama's bucket list would be there but when Big Mama discovered Xavier Rudd would be there from Austrailia she took it as a sign. He was all tied up with her dead son Josh and the Hangout Musical Festival in Gulf Shores and one of the last times she'd seen her son before he dropped his body when that lady ran a red light and killed him on his motorcycle and Josh,without his body, went dancing in spirit along the Milky Way Road to his next realm. Anyway by the time Big Mama stayed up all nite listening to Nahko Bear (Xavier Rudd's friend) Big Mama aka Mama Bear was convinced she should try and go even if she had to travel sans Lordy. She mapped out the 25 hours and 39 minutes it would take her to get there. She waited awhile~ then she made her reservation for the free concert and place to pitch a tent. On a day about a week and a half before she'd hafta leave she sat down and wrote Lordy a letter explaining why she had to sneak and run away from home to be in South Dakota on September 13th and 14th. She felt CALLED TO GO similar to when she and Lordy had felt called to become co~ coordinators for the SE region of Edgar Cayce's ARE/ Association for Research and    Enlightenment.  Would she see Rickie and Michael Beckwith again? Would she meet some Native American teacher? Or was she just hungry to be on the road again? She'd missed having freedom to travel in the summers like she'd had back when Lordy was the Chief Marine Biologist for the State of Alabama and was up to his neck with alligators in the busy summertime when she'd had time off from teaching kindergarten munchkins. Finances were in the red most months since big Mama and Lordy had retired but in her Wild Desire to go she convinced herself she could make this trip cheaply. Stopping @ rest stops to nap along the way and driving straight through and packing 2 jars of peanut butter for sustenance. So Big Mama began to pack her Jeep Libertina with her winter coat, long jeans and clothes she might need if it was cold out yonder in them that Black Hills. She made arrangements to borrow a tent. Yep! It looked like the good Lord willing and the creek don't rise she was gonna make her getaway on Wednesday, September 10th. And so the story goes. Big Mama is NOT running away to join the circus and the gas money $295,55 will hafta be paid for somehow but she is gonna fly the coop to see just why her heart is calling her to trek on out to the Unity Concert for the Black Hills. More tales of Big Mama's Adventures will be posted here. I'm jest sayin' Y'all come back here, 'ya hear?

Friday, September 5, 2014

Our Lady of the Open Sky


What's AIR got to do with it?

A painting for Shiloh McCloud Lewis' Red Madonna Matrix 2014

Story I wrote for my friend Becky's Birthday July 10, 2014

Homework July 3 2014 We were given two ears but only one mouth
/Take the night train

Big Mama in the sky sat with Lordy one day
on the cloud edge with their feet danglin’ down
lookin’ at the Earthball they had co~created.
“That place needs sumpin’ Lordy
but I jes’ don’t know what it tiz,” she said.
Lordy took his pipe outta his mouf,
blew smoke rings up toward Venus, and said,
“Now Missy, I think you do too know what it needs.
You been talkin’ about fairies and imps
and hearts filled with sunshine and love
and magic and sparkly, shiny stuff
with the trickster magician thrown in
and the one true soul what’ll
love them others into be more positive.
Why don’t ya go into your treehouse kitchen
and see what you can conjure up?”
So Big Mama heaved herself up off
the edge of the cloud leanin’ on Lordy’s good shoulder
to get herself up and sashayed on over to the tree
where they lived when they were in this part
of the heavenly realms. She opened the round
front door and went in to the bookfilled cottage.
Lordy came toddlin’ in. And she swung the cookie
sheet in his direction and said, “Old Man, I’ll not
have you puttin’ your 2 cents in while I’m creatin’.”
So he took the cat with him and went outside
to sit at the Creatin’ Oven Saint Peter had made
for them and called Buddha to play chess
with him while they waited to see just what
Big Mama would conjure up thisatime.
They could hear Big Mama singin’,
“What’s gonna happen when the rainy season comes,
will yore roof cave in on you?
Will the lightnin’ spoil yore view
and the rain come pourin’ through?”
and other songs as she mixed up her dough
and added all her special ingredients.
When she finally had the little fairy princess
shaped out and placed on the cookie sheet
she brought it out to the Creatin’ Oven
where Lordy opined her Becky creation should have
2 ears but Buddha said she should only have one mouth.”
“Thataway she can listen and learn and spout great wisdom,”
Buddha added. Big Mama put stardust in her eyes
for sparkle and the three of them kneaded the red dough
that wuz gonna be her heart and smushed it into place.
Big Mama shoved her Becky girl creation into the oven
and they all stood at the oven’s door shoutin’ blessings to go
in it. Buddha shouted, “Let her heart be a sanctuary.”
Lordy said, “Let the Luna and the Sun be married in her
so she can create brandy new days.” And Big Mama hollered,
“Plant a fire seed in her tummy so she can grow into a
living tree of life and spread Love and Grace and Truth
and Beauty all around her wherever she goes.”
The three, Buddha, Lordy and Big Mama waited around
the Creatin’ Oven’s door till all the stars came out
and it got to be nigh onto midnight. Then Kwan Yin
came around drivin’ the Night Train and agreed to deliver
her to her destination. She and Big Mama exchanged papers
and Kwan Yin released the back flap on the oven and slid
her into the Night Train while she was still hot from
cookin’ good and drove off on a golden path through
the stars. Buddha gave his jolly hugs to Lordy and Big Mama
and wandered off into the night. Old Man Lordy threw
his arm over Big Mama’s shoulders and asked, “Where’d ‘ya
send her to?” And Big Mama said, “She’ll be part time
in Kentucky but then later on I gave Kwan Yin
the papers so she cah switch up and go to Alabama
and cause some waterspouts there and stir up some love
wherever it’s needed.” And Lordy leaned over and kissed her
on her forehead and said, “I’m sure everwhere she goes
there’ll be goodness and sweetness and light and good lovin’
cuz you made her special, Big Mama.”

Our Lady of The Flowering Earth

This is one of my paintings for Shiloh McCloud Lewis' Red Madonna Matrix 2014.


What's EARTH got to do with it?

My Writing April 17 2014 TODAY I LIVE FOR ONE THING
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to sing my song this day
Sing, sing, sing my song this day.
Talking is my human voice.
Singing is my spirit voice.
There’s an ancient gypsy in me
who longs to dance.

I am not pretending I know anything.
In this way I leave open spaces for discoveries.
Each Aha! And Eureka! is a precious gem or jewel,
a treasure to pass through my hands
and into the hands of others
so my hands may become empty again
receptive to receive new blessings of abundance.
I yearn to learn. I live in wonder….
and my wonderings lead me wandering
down side trails filled with awe
and love and truth and beauty.

to stomp dance my bare footprints
into the dirt and sand skin of our Earth Mother.
My path with heart tattoos itself
in crisscross lines of great power
imprinting our land with the map of my intentions.
We stack rocks to mark our prayers.

Twirling, swirling, spinning I create
my stitches into the tapestry
that is my life.
Each step I take is connected to the steps all others take.
The strings connecting us shine with phosphorescent luminance.
Our stories are etched into the clay vessels
that are the bowls of our being
and painted onto the secret hidden walls of our caves.
My heartbeat is the drum I dance to.
My flute song is the bridge between us.
With magic afoot we create heaven here on earth.

to hold up the mirror so you can see your reflection.
I am your crystal ball for scrying.
I am the catalyst that causes you to open your ears and eyes and heart.
Our true essence is the Divine spark within that gives us our essence.
I am the questions you need to answer
to find your way to our Shambala/ "place of peace/tranquility/happiness".

to build little altars everywhere.
I honor everyone’s creativity and art.
I see with the eyes of my heart.
I listen with my helping hands.
I practice my spirituality so I can weave
poetry, magic and miracles
into the seeds I plant, nurture and nourish.
I pray and light prayer candles.
I bead and say my prayers.
I breathe in the One Creative Force Source
I breathe out Love.

 My Writing April 28 2014 Faith prayer to Our Lady of Flowering Earth
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9: 56am

Open my heart to the awe and wonder of

your truth

and your abundance

and beauty

and love

My Writing May 17 2014 Inspired by BECOMING HUMMINGBIRD by Galer
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How can I journey THE love WAY?
Inspired by Jane Galer's BECOMING HUMMINGBIRD

I interrogated myself
so that I could personally expand.
I picked up touchstones
and held them next to my chakras.
I heeded the call
of my Muse's invitation.
I charted my own journey
on my path with heart.
I identified my place,
my goals, my gifts.
I set the stage
for the magic to begin.
With light and dark
I weave my human story.
I unveil the stories to expose
Revelations of life lessons.
I am a catalyst using my toolbox of magic
with tarot card pictures and stories
to shake things up with stardust and pollen
and gift to others the transformation
they need to play their part
in creating the sacred into our New World.

My Writing May 26 2014 Faith and Creation
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My Lady of the Flowering Earth



I will be at Black Hills Concert

I will be at Unity Concert for the Black Hills 
September 13- 14
after driving 25 hours and 39 minutes

On the road again

I am going to run away from home and go the Unity Concert for the Black Hills in Piedmont, South Dakota. It is my hope that I will be able to post blogs about my trip as I travel.


Art Jounaling SOUTH on my Life's Compass
Clarissa Pinkola Estes


Art Journaling EAST on my Life's Compass
Tina Turner


Art Journaling NORTH on my Life's Compass
Ruth Gordon


Art Journaling WEST on my Life's Compass
Joy Harjo

Our Lady of the Living Water

These are some of my favorite learning experiences from Shiloh McCloud Lewis' Red Madonna Matrix 2014. We are spending the year going around the Medicine Wheel and being with the elements: WATER, EARTH, AIR and FIRE.


What's WATER got to do with it?

My Writing January 8 2014
I wanna be in~formed
both heart AND head
in~forming the actions
of my hands

I wanna be in~form
with stardust people
in~forming community
in my tribal band

I wanna be in~formed
with red thread seekers
in~formed from their
far flung lands

I wanna be in~formed
by the Great Mother
in~formed together
with her husband

I wanna be in~formed
touched by the Great Mystery
in~formed as we
take our stands

I wanna be in~formed
by the world's holy words
in~forming our travels
along new strands

I wanna be in~formed
into a new vessel
in~formed by my muse
with my new brand

I wanna be informed anew
etched with lines that mark me
in~forming what tasks
I am to do

I wanna be in~formed with love
so we can co~create
a new earth that mirrors
the heavens above

I wanna be in~formed with y'all
so we can surrender
in~formed to living for
The Higest Good For All

I wanna be in~formed with freedom
so we can tend to each other's needs
in~formed with tenderness
from our new Queendom

I wanna be in~formed

My Writing January 14 2014 POWER ANIMALS for 4 Directions
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DEAR! Havi~ When I closed my eyes and listened to your meditation I received into my heart
~from the East FLAMINGO
(which connects to my focus on COMMUNITY in 2014)
I've rarely seen flamingos alone, singular /all by themselves
I see them flying together in flocks
/settling down to sleep together for the nite)
~in the South OTTER
reminding me to play with wild abandon like a child
~in the West GIRAFFE
telling me to lift my head up
to eat the leaves from the highest branches near the Sky Walkers
and reminding me to focus on the BIG picture
and not always only what's close by
To think about how what I say and do ripples out from me
like ripples on a pond
Reminding me to look and see what others are doing
and remember we're all a valued part of a puzzle
that is all part of some HUGE cosmic blueprint
and telling me to listen to the stories each one if us is telling
so that my horizons can expand to see everyone's vision
~from the north BEAVER
reminding me to be thankful for all the trees that have been cut down to create all of the books I have collected as treasures
and asking me to be in tune with nature whenever I build a home that has a dive into the water to get to the entrance doorway
It brings messages about looking only closely at the task at hand when I could believe in the sky stories people tell me about (even tho my beaver eyesight can't see them)
It begs me to only dam up and build my pond home when I am sure its placement is respectful of how what I do affects others farther up or down the stream
Beaver reminds me to always pull everything into my heart so I can be sure me singing my Heartsong is in harmony not discord with the music of the spheres
In other words I wanna sing like we did in the beginning when the morning stars sang all together and we created this whole she~bang together
I wasn't surprised by the first three
I've met flamingo, otter and giraffe people and known we were a part of the same clan
But the beaver was something new to me
Although living on Fish River which connects with the Gulf
and being married to a marine biologist
I have always been connected to the waters of this world
Hmm....I wouldn't have been surprised if a mermaid had shown up here
but on my desk I have a small painting of an otter AND a beaver
~so I know in my heart if hearts I need to settle down and listen for messages BEAVERs may have for me
Last nite I read your meditation to my Live & Light Ladies so now they'll all be going out into the world seeking messages from their power animals.
Thank you, Havi. I KNOW from experience working and playing with power animals can bring much happiness and fun learning. I deeply appreciate your bringing it into our red tent circle here. Your meditation is awesome! You are truly a light onto our paths with heart.
My Writing January 29 2014

So this is my dance of creation
Here I am on a wild toad ride in a gypsy wagon traveling into the mysteries
I've mindfully cared for my little patch of the garden
But I'm setting off to explore star maps in the Cosmos.
So this is my dance of creation
I have tattooed messages like runes upon rune stones carved into my skin
I have my heart compass marked with my True North
to show me which ways to go.
So this is my dance of creation
My hands hold the magic wands of dripping paintbrushes
They cover holes on flutes to bring forth my spirit's songs
They pound drums in time with my heartbeats and the celestial music of the spheres.
So this is my dance of creation
I conjure up the joy and intimacy of Show 'n Tell celebrations
I've packed in kindling wood for late, dark of night, storytelling fires
I stack stones to be little prayer altars along my way.
So this is my dance of creation
I've stitched poems and prayers and promises and things that I believe in
into the patchwork fabric of my life story
I've gathered talismans and trinkets to place in the bowl of my being.
So this is my dance of creation
I've shouted out to the Powers That Be when I was lost in the woods.
I've found Bon Secour to shelter me from life's storms
I've circled up with friends to find different ways to be in community. 
So this is my dance of creation
I've left no stone unturned as I've built the altar of my being
to be a vessel for the Great Mother's flames.
I've scalded myself on burning truths.
So this is my dance of creation
I flash my pink flamingo feathers and fly
I lift my tall giraffe neck to greet the sky walkers
My beaver and otter parts of my being play in the water.
So this is my dance of creation
I stomp dance with my tree of life roots
stirring up the minerals my body needs
I gather gemstones into my apron pockets.
So this is my dance of creation
I meditate and attune my chakras
My in~breaths take in the sky energy
My out~breaths flow out as manifestations of earth energy.
So this is my dance of creation....
I light prayer candles to pray for others
I shine my lantern's light on the path behind me
I look deeply into the Divine Sparks I discover on my path with heart.

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I have this purple folding chair
labeled EMBARK
I drag it out into the sunshine in the yard
refusing to let go of one moment of this warmth
that heralds spring
I've seen Spring's signs that she is coming
an azalea flower blooming, heard the seagulls' cries
that tell soon they will be teaching their babies
how to make their ways in the world
I've stayed awake beneath night skies
rumbling thunder and flashing lightning
I've seen pelicans gathering and swapping tales
of how they fared this winter
until it is time for them to take flight
to the places where they will build their summer stories
for sharing when the fall season comes
Exodus, some of us are traveling to the Promised Land
We're howling with the coyotes
and looking to find the meaning beneath their trickster ways
We invite our Muses to tea and serve chocolate
to insure they'll stay and visit long with us
We dream we can climb up and down ladders to commune with our angels
In daylight we try to place our footsteps where we feel divinely guided
We gather in tribes that celebrate where we are now
Believing we are walking the medicine wheel
Great Spirit has laid out for us
We surrender our wanderings and offer up the steps we take
to be in Exodus from mundania to Heaven on Earth
Me? I drag my EMBARK chair out to be in the warmth
of the spring~coming sun surrounded by the sweet birds' songs
I am looking for the pillar of clouds to follow
that will feed me manna as my daily bread
I long to find the gemstones that will glimmer
in the moonlight and show me how to follow my path with heart
Into the mystery I plunge drowning away in Our Lady’s Living Waters
all things that would keep me and All That Be
from getting in the Mother Boat and finding Bon Secour
The time is now to be on this Great Exodus
that takes us from where we are right now
to the Heaven on Earth we are co~creating
My Writing March 7 2014
Who and/or what is it that you think of as being represented as Our Lady?
My Lady is a mermaid riding on a seahorse
What is the basis and/or source for your thinking this?
I have a statue of her on my altar.
Translate your answers into a poem.
Consider writing in first person as spoken by Our Lady,
or consider a unique slant such as the perspective in this classic by Robert W. Service

My child of the Living Waters please
Bring your Living Words to life for me
I will sweep you up in my strong arms 
I will gift you with my magic charms
Ride free with me on my wild Seahorse
I'll spin you around your compass course
Teach you my mystical mermaid ways
Be with me on bright sunshiny days
I'll help you leap over all your fears
When you cry I'll collect all your tears
I'll guide you to express all you feel
Dance you around Grandmother's Wheel
Drench you with moonlight through your dark nights
Show me how to love with your delights

My Writing March 13 2014
Who and/or what is it that you think of as being represented as Our Lady?
My Lady of the Living Waters is a mermaid on a seahorse
What is the basis and/or source for your thinking this?
She started out by being inspired by a statue I added to my art room altar
Do you find this assignment challenging and if so, why?
The words aren't hard to come by
But, for me, the painting ain't easy
Translate your answers into a poem.
In the beginning was the assignment
Paint and poem my very own rendition
Of Our Lady of the Living Waters.
And while everyone goes
Swiftly or Slowly
About their business of painting her
My words flow easily
But my painting gets stuck
So much so that I must cry out
into the wilderness:
Why have you got it back assward, Susan?
EVERYbody is painting except for YOU!
And so I wait, hoping something fishy
/at least waterlike will show up...
...........................I wait a L-O-N-G time
and there ain't nothing showing out in my net
Until one day I go to get a massage
and dedicate the time while Kristen
is touching my body all over
with her sacred, holy language
as only she can do
to listening to what my Lady might hafta say
And there in the darkness behind my closed eyes
My lady sends pictures
She shows me she wants
This circle divided into 4 parts
to represent her vision of the 4 directions
as a whirley~gig
AND that audacious mermaid lady
wants a shaman's hole in some tree trunk
to be found in her watery realms
at the bottom of her Cosmic Ocean
She's bust thataway
working in our Earth's waters at the same time
she's floating around in different realms of
not only this universe
but way, far too many to count,
beyond universes my little human mind
can fathom
"Come into the Mystic," she says
swishing her mermaid tail as she dives deeper
Since we are red thread connected
I have no choice but to swim down after her
She entangles me in her seaweed
and will not let me go
Any struggling on my part
will simply entangle me more-
I feel as if her father Titan and all her mermaid sisters
are gathered in a chorus singing:
Go with the flow...
Be mystified
And please note:
It's hard to dig your feet into the sand and resist
when I am dragging you down into my Deeps
You simply cannot be in denial
when you are swimming in the Nile River with me
"You can be empowered by 'setting your intention' ' she says to me.
"I am Woman, hear me roar," she sings.
And shows up Lioness in water
Paige found to illustrate the words in Marilyn's poem~prayer
and we're all shook up to see signs in nature
What challenges me? It's not the words
I have long had a groove worn out by constant passage
connecting me with the Divine thataway
It is the painting, The seeing an image in my heart
and trying to scribe it in paint onto my canvas
It is then my hand shakes
but I hold my breath and I jump off the high cliff
and fall into the unknown waters
knowing it is this way
swimming through unknown, uncharted waters
that I can find my way to new ways of being
and together we can create a brand new day
a way that lets everyone the whole wide world over
become empowered by doing the tasks
that are theirs TO DO that bring more LOVE
into our creations....