Time Space Peace Not Necessarily in that Order

 Waking up in winter in the silent and slow motionless pace 

ignoring the busy, have to, shop shop shop, lights ablaze,  old songs attempting to fence in 

all the expectation of what is supposed to be encircled instead in the beauty of what it is

time.

to blow smoke like the dragon within

space.

to see the perpetual universe in all my relations

peace.

to hear the silent pitch swallowed by snowflake multitudes 

Living now in this woke-white-privledged-by-birth-on-stolen-lands-Polish-Scottish-French-goodness-knows-what-else body honouring the truth. ancestry. culture. a long nowness still being unearthed, living now in December 2025 is painful. exquisite. 

Feeling duality at every turn of the spiral  

The thing is ... we think we have time

 Seeing the white CR-V doesn’t punch my guts anymore 

Makes me sad momentarily and then I get on with all the other people whom I live in my life 

However long that life might be

I’m so blessed but feeling human ... I often take that for granted 

That the house won’t need repairing or wood need cutting or meals need making, that somehow I can reverse my ageing and go back to finish all the sewing, painting, writing, walking, hugging, phone calls 

But like rumi said (I think) “ the thing is we think we have time”

So here I am listening to the dog snore and writing it down 

Listening to the best of me spilling out My lovely human heart who so often doubts and wonders Full of curiousity and wanting to wander until I remember all of what waits in the action of doing the everyday. 

Lessons

 22June2025

white guys warring

fear rates soaring

to a place that invites Spirit to 

embrace or  to ignoring

all and diving into personal

hells to Death

to rebirth to

walking outside to

see lessons left by all Beings 

on a birdsong, in a breeze

Letters for my Mother Julianne Marie

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Where my butterfly heart flutters, 

trying to fly back to the Meadow 

back to your wide open arms, your Love, your smell, 

Bread baking, cabbage rolls, birthday candles and endless cups of Tea with honey,

your Twinkling eyes in my minds eye,

remembering your words to your own mother 

"I want her back the way she was" 

stomping my childish almost-53-year old Feet

to command the Universe to do as I will

And hearing no answer, giving it over Again. and Again. and Again. 

and Again.

whatever it means Today, because yesterday is gone and only my memories remain

yours lost, wandering, down those pale green hallways 

Here I sit, trying to be all spiritual and such 

Looking for the little miracles today

Up late thinking of creation
something new to fill in the gaps of something dying
bit by bit
of my mother's face, dimming
with each video call

That only two weeks ago we shared the conspiracy
in laughing at the inside joke
loving each other simply by being

 

The Water Walker

From the Facebook Post of Grandmother Sharon Day:


For Josephine Mandamin on behalf of water walkers

Ogima Ogitchidagkwe
M’dewanikwe
Ogima Ogitchidagkwe
M’dewanikwe
The nibi found in you
A true warrior
Ingah izitchigay nibi ohnjay
I will do it for the water
Ogima Ogitchidagkwe
M’dewanikwe
You are my hero

Listen to the nibi
She speaks if we will only listen
Swirling round and round
Waves breaking onto shore
She speaks if we will only listen
As she’s moving on downstream
She sings to us in wintertime
ice breaks on the frozen stream
Listen to the nibi
She speaks if we will only listen

Ogima Ogitchidagkwe
M’dewanikwe
Ogima Ogitchidagkwe
M’dewanikwe
We’ve learned so much from you
Of love and fierce devotion too
giiBimosaayan nibi ohnjay
we walked for the water
Ogima Ogitchidagkwe
M’dewanikwe Bidasigaye
You are my hero

SDay 2/22/19

Reflections on Grief

“In the Lakota/Sioux tradition, a person who is grieving is considered most wakan, most holy. There's a sense that when someone is struck by the sudden lightning of loss, he or she stands on the threshold of the spirit world. The prayers of those who grieve are considered especially strong, and it is proper to ask them for their help.

You might recall what it's like to be with someone who has grieved deeply. The person has no layer of protection, nothing left to defend. The mystery is looking out through that person's eyes. For the time being, he or she has accepted the reality of loss and has stopped clinging to the past or grasping at the future. In the groundless openness of sorrow, there is a wholeness of presence and a deep natural wisdom.” - Tara Brach, True Refuge: Finding Peace and Freedom in Your Own Awakened Heart

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