he sent Bee keeper's gloves. ????????
and tonight this laptop will not receive charge. I do this post with dwindling juice. We have ordered a new one. Not sure when it might arrive? And so it goes. Tara Brach….just this. and just this. ok. just this. Love to All.
my brother sent this. He lives in Bemidji. is a large poster that's folded so it's like in book form. 'there is MUCH information but this much here.
Introduction to Just Transition
Indigenous prophecy now meets scientific prediction. What we have known and believed, you also know. The Earth is out of balance. The plants are disappearing, the animals are dying, and the very weather….rain, wind, fire itself…reacts against the actions of the human being. For the future of the children, for the health of our Mother Earth, Father Sky, and rest of Creation, we call upon the people of the world to held your leaders accountable. Circles of Wisdom: Native Peoples/Native Homelands Climate Change Workshop held in Albuquerque, New Mexico November 1998
Since occupation and colonization of the Indigenous lands and territories of North America (Turtle Island) American Indian and Alaskan Natives in the United States and First Nations and Aboriginal people in Canada have been fighting for our now internationally recognized inherent rights to our lands, our rights for self-determination and sovereignty. The moment is now to stand strong and in solidarity in defense of our treaty territories land,, water, air and protection of the Circle of All Life.
To reclaim our future, we must change the present. Just Transition
"The Creator has entrusted us a sacred responsibility to protect and care for the land and all of life, as well as to safeguard its well being for the future generations to come. " Circles of Wisdom Native Peoples/Native Homelands Climate Change Workshop held in Albuquerque, New Mexico, November 1998
Prophesies, here in Turtle Island, tell of a time when our Indigenous peoples will rise up, like coming out of a haze, a dark mist, waking up into the Light of Understanding of who we really are and our true place in the universe. This will be a time of transformation and transition. It is told by many of these prophesies that our young generation will be stepping up, learning from the experiences and wisdom of the previous generations. It is a time of language, cultural and spiritual revitalization. New ways and old ways will be coming together in harmony.
This transformation will involve the settler people and immigrants that arrived here to Turtle Island, whether by choice or forced choice. New alliances will be formed. A new beginning is on the horizon, for building a new world, confronting violence against our women, our children and against the Creative Female Principles of the sacredness of our Mother Earth.
this morning, upon waking, my thoughts were like the mushrooms…just appearing, erupting surprising and insistent.
what to do about this blog? What actually IS this blog FOR? How have things changed?, Why might that BE? The Weekend Edition, NPR the work of Susan Hudson, Navajo quilter….her HERITAGE. What is MY heritage?, not genetic but the heritage of my Spirit? My soul? and then the event where Leslie Stahl and Peggy Noonan talked….the topic being a reflection on the 2024 election , the failing trust in mainstream media: "Were talking about something so essential that you don't want to say 'well, well see. Or maybe, the world will come to an end, we'll see' But if America lost freedom of the press and freedom of speech, it would be the beginning of losing everything" and from there, the wondering about that glass half full/empty thing ….which AM I? or, is it even a question?
and then I make spaghetti and ate it. took a nap. and the day disappeared. till late when I saw that Tara Brach had posted the Part 2 of A Heart that is Ready for Anything …………. our suffering is that we want life different. If it's different, it'll be ok. No…Unconditional Presence. This too. and this too. and phone with Alyssia , Julian coming in in the back ground and circling around to asking her about her Ill nesses….he has to have a physical exam for Sports…the volley ball team and Puppy is keeping coming in Meowing at the door Sleeping on my feet and Goats are reconfiguring how stuff is the feed bowl order is in dis order …..it's how they miss Onday and Up there where Onday CHOSE to die, Chose to lie down and die….Chose where Onday Chose
around 10 last night, there was
WIND
HUGE WIND, a constant unbroken FLOW , hours of it. All night of it. I haven't read about it yet…don't know the term they are giving it, but same as the atmospheric River and that too, buckets of water dumping down
frightening.
all night and then half the day today. People are without electric, poles and lines down parts of town were flooded.
and then….it was over. '
will need to walk the fence lines tomorrow.
our human doings and the
Beauty
of Earth's
Tara Brach A Heart that is ready for anything The Gateway of Equanimity
Onday is gone. I can't say anything right now. just this. Onday is gone.
they love the sound of the pellets being poured into their bowls. Caroline and her sons have their own bowl. This is evening feed. Mornings, just hay. Timothy grass. and then, all day, the browse of twigs and acorns. It would be wonder Full to have some In milk…what might it taste like? No matter the feed, Nigerians have the richest milk of all Dairy Goats. Maybe in days ahead we'll know again. not these, but the new ones…. that will replace those that have gone on. Thinking a lot about them. … .the ones that have gone on since we've been here
and that took me back…to the year before Emrie was conceived….back in New Mex when I bought that huge extravaganza refrigerator so I could devote half of it to Goat milk, to cheese making.
these are always just here on the table. somewhere. they roll around. behind things, under things. It occurred to me this morning to do this with the rubber band. Such a simple gesture but what pleasure it brought/brings. And now, at the end of the day, to appreciate this. To sit and look at it. Notice fully. Let the happiness live. Not needing it to be anything more or less. Just this.
Lego dreams
next night SUNDAY
I had things I'd wanted to say then, read a piece in NYT just now that has radically altered my sense of reality. I stop.
look again here…..and even with that Radically Altered Sense, this. How ever it is we can…each in our own way….work to ensure
for every child
a safe place to dream.
