March 29, 2015 at 2:38 pm (Uncategorized)
I have a new friend who is very ill. She is now at end of life. For the last two nights I have had troubling dreams. I believe that they are not my dreams as much as I have been experiencing her dream world. I dreamed that my husband quit his stable, secure position with the Federal Government in Washington, DC, where he was highly esteemed. Then I dreamed he worked for a private company and quit that position also. I started to feel these awful feelings of insecurity, vulnerability and stress. I realizied that my life depended upon me jumping back into the Rat Race and making contact. I needed to contact some of my former clients and line up work contracts so that life as I knew it could continue. I felt like I had fallen through the cracks.
It was an awful nightmare. Security means everything to me and I couldn’t believe my husband would be so out of his mind. How could he allow this to happen to us? Had he no regard for himself or his family? When I woke up I realized that this was a nightmare and that this was not my dream. My husband would never put us at risk like this. He was trustworthy, honest, exceptionally bright and tried to give me everything so that I would feel secure. He walked on 4 July 2011. On the other hand, my friend received nothing from her former husband. She was destitute in her old age. When I realized that somehow she was reliving her life and some of the mistakes she made, I realized she had more to do on this Earth before she left. She needed to forgive herself, him, and some of the family dynamics. She needed to make peace with her past, which was not a bed of roses.
I light candles for her intentions every day. I remember her and her family, which did not have healthy relationships. Hopefully now she is making peace with them, even though she is in an induced comma. At the same time, I had been teaching her a new vision. We did Native American smudging and Ceremony as I taught her how to greet the morning with love and gratitude. Yesterday I attended a Onondaga talk and documentary. We started off with thanking all our relatives, each in turn. I carried her with me in my heart yesterday so she would come to feel these blessings as we thanked big brother Sun for lighting our day. We thanked Nokomis our grandmother the moon. We thanked the Green Nation and all the insects, birds, fish and animals that help us live. We thanked the trees, grasses, wildflowers and crops. We remembered that we must all live respectfully together and help each other. I sent her peace and surrounded her with love and Ceremony.
I light a candle this morning and hope that her transformation will go easy and that she can leave this world knowing that she has no regrets, that she has forgiven everyone with her heart, and that she feels at peace in her purpose her on this Planet, as she waits for her spirit to transform. She deserves tall of these blessings and becomes one with Source and Bliss.
If you only knew how frustrating it can be to know a computer application one day and then the next don’t know why you can’t download photos from your iPhone. I had some great shots of a day trip yesterday to the Automobile Musuem in Saratoga Springs (SAM), New York. We also had a lovely lunch at Gideon Putnam Hotel, also in the Saratoga State Park. We met with Brandon, the curator of museum. He is young and oh so knowledgable. The tour and transportation were arranged by the Saratoga Springs Senior Center. I didn’t think I would be interested in the exhibit so much, but it turned out it was thrilling. This is where history comes alive. I didn’t even know that New York State produced automobiles before yesterday.
I was mistakingly trying to download photos from my charger. What was I thinking? I had to walk away from the project and when I returned to my home office, I realized I had to connect my iPhone to laptop to download photos. But then it was too late. I had become so upset with my inability to do a simple task that I deleted all the photos from iPhone. It may be embarassang, but I have to take my own bitter medicine. After all I am 69 years old and I was wondering if I had dementia? See what I mean. I really felt I had lost all my marbles.
According to Saratoga Automobile Museum (SAM), New York State was once home to over 100 different automobile manufacturers. While most New York automakers were small, there were great successes like the Pierce Arrow and the Franklin. This exhibit provides an in-depth look at the automobile industry in New York State and a look back in time at the innovations of different New Yorkers in their quest to create the automobile of their dreams. It also examines New York’s role in importing European-made cars and custom-coach building. In the past, I have attended International Automobile Shows in New York City and I have always loved the Pierce Arrow. To see a Pierce Arrow in my own home town was exciting.
The present museum is located in the Sararoga Springs Bottling Plant.
SAM’s Website goes on to say, In response to the Great Depression, the US Government initiated programs to revitalize the economy. Franklin D. Roosevelt, in his first year as governor of New York, pushed for the establishment of a state operated spa that celebrated the natural riches found in Saratoga water. Saratoga may have lost its bottling plant, but I am still drinking mineral water from Saratoga Mineral Springs and loving the renewed vitality I feel. I believe it has lowered my blood pressure because I now have normal readings.
Now I am back swimming again along the digital highway, but lost the nuggets and photos of yesterday. I will need to retrace my steps to the museum come spring and photograph another story then. Elders if you are reading this, take heart. All thngs are solved in time.
It all started as a child. I used to go to Congress Park, Saratoga Springs, New York, to sled. My father knew how much Saratoga memories meant to me as I grew older and worked afar. In 1982, he took pictures of Union Avenue where canna arrangements line the avenue in August. At the bordor of Circular Drive on Congress Park and Union Avenue there was always a spectacular flower arrangement. Often it was shaped like a horseshoe, or words would have been spelled out in flowers. Always a stunner.
One photo I looked at yesterday showed the trees that stood directly behind the arrangement. They were there to provide a privacy screen for the park and the road that went no where in front Canfield Museum. Last week I was riding on a local bus and while I was talking to a young Skidmore student who knew tree chemistry, the bus driver Pat said, I have a tree story.
He said, “I was driving along Circular Street when I noticed a piece of a pine tree that was cut down. It called to me. It was shaped like a heart.” He continued, “I asked a young man on the bus to get off and get it for me. The piece is now under a seat. I want you to take the piece home. I am supposed to give it to you today.” At first I declined, but then I realized it meant something to not only the driver, but that it had a message for me also.
You see, I had a sacred tree long ago in the foreest in Southern Maryland. It was in a Chesapeake Ranch Estates, in Lusby. Tia, my dog, and I used to walk the horse trail a few times a week. Within this forest was the sacred tree. I won’t write about it now or this story will be too long.
Anyway, I took a beautuful part of a branch that fell from the tree. I loved the virgin wood that was exposed. The fragrant wood ended up being part of an alter that I maintained in Minong, WI. The tree always spoke to me. Tia and I would go visit the tree, before the branch fell. It was a large tulip tree and was burned by lightening fire long, long ago. This had significance for me because it meant that the medicine of the tree was strong. In Southern Maryland, after I brought it home, I kept it under a shed out of the rain, wind, and snow. There was no place in that house to display it. The house in Minong, WI, however, had a fireplace mantel and it was here where I placed the beautiful shaped wood and set up my alter and lit a candle in the morning to do morning offering.
When it became time to leave Wisconsin in 2012, I knew where I was moving to had no place for the alter. I had to leave it behind, along with several other sacred objects. I won’t name them. I took the wooden alter and sacred objects to a place near my home where several women and I would get together and do sacred water cememony. This was a sacred site to me and no one knew of it, expect those I brought there. It was here I did my last Water Ceremony and bid goodbye in the last ceremony. I placed the alter here among the sand dunes and Jack pine that was moving in. These sacred objects had been part of my life in Venezuela and Peru. These were objects that I carried with me after I no longer lived in South America. They had been part of my life since the 1970s.
In Saratoga Springs, I don’t have a sacred wooden alter. This wood is about the right size to place on a wide window ledge. Once again I will have sacred wood around me. I can smell the beautiful scent of pine in my bedroom now as the wood ages. In January, I will give it to a woman who’s husband is a master workworker. He wll sand it down and put a light protective coat on it.
Isn’t it amazing how Creator comes to us and offers something that is highly significant to each of us? I am honored to know this young man, Pat, the bus driver and to know he recognized the importance of the story, even though he hasn’t heard anything about why.
This morning I touched a handmade piece of art glass because my friend Worth Cooley-Prost made it. Then I was clearing
out some old greeting cards and I found this note from Worth. She has walked on, but she left these words behind.
14 April 2013
“The Circle of Light in this piece were cut from glass placed under the sheltering arms of the Grandfather Oak that cover part of the balcony outside our room – on the day of the full moon eclipse in June 2012, thorough the [Venus not sure of word] transit the next day, and through sunrise the day after that –
Net of Light made for Mary Ellen with love and gratitude Worth Cooley-Prost 2012
The other piece like this, cut side by side from the same glass, was made for Grandmother Whitedeer.”
Grandmother Whitedeer is the founder of the Sisterhood of Planetary Water Rites. Worth was a member. I am a council guide of the Sisterhood.
Love and light,
NOTE: I do believe in the Veil of Light from the other side. Worth is surely doing her blessed work from the other side. I can’t help but think she is very close to us from afar. The photo of glass animals were made by Worth also.
Happy Thansgiving Blessings,
November 14, 2014 at 2:59 am (13 Indigenous Grandmothers, Native Americans)
Tags: Coming to Light, Edward S. Curtis, Ian Berry, Jill Sweet, Louise Erdrich, Ojibwe, Skidmore College, Staging the Indian: The Politics of Representation, Tang Museum
Tonight was the first time I ventured out into the night alone here in Saratoga Springs, New York. I wanted to attend a program at Tang Museum and Art Gallery, at Skidmore College. The bus comes by my building and so I rode to next stop, Skidmore College. I attended the Film Screening and Discussion, “Coming to Light: Edward S. Curtis and the North American Indians.” I saw first hand the sacrifices Curtis made in order to capture the Native People of the west. He didn’t bother to photograph east coast Native People because they were now influenced by settlers. Out west, it was still pristine and primative. Curtis felt that Native People would disappear because of white settlers and he desperately wanted to capture a noble people.
Ian Berry, Tang Museum Director, and Jill Sweet, retired professor of Anthropology, led a discussion about their experience in co-curating the 2002 Tang exhibition, “Staging the Indian: The Politics of Representation,” which featured work from Skidmore’s extensive holdings of Curtis’ work. I had no idea that Skidmore College had this vast collection, which is currently not available for view. It is held at the library and only a handful of professionals have seen it.
There are going to be further programs as part of Saratoga Reads!. One of the books read was The Round House, about the Ojibwe people and the topic was rape. It is a very sensitive subject because a number of tribal women are victims of violence and rape on tribal land, and yet it is not talked about in the open. There are many secrets. A young man tries to find out what happened to his mother and why doesn’t the tribe come out in the open and do something about it. He tries to find the answers himself within his culture. It is a brave thing forto bring this subject out into the open. She did so brilliently.
Thomas Wolfe said, “You can’t go home,” but if you are from Saratoga Springs, New York, this is completely untrue. Saratoga has a heartbeat all her own. I have always known her to be the grand lady that she is. Oh she’s been around for ages and has known fame throughout her ageless majesty. Today, I walked in Congress Park, getting off the bus at Spring and Putnam. The Italian Renaissandce Gardens with Spic and Spac water spouting sculptures have been spitting water since I was a child and they are still going full steam. What a joy. I purposely walked over the them because my friend Ruthie Masetta Hillman and I remember sunbathing by the stream with the water spraying sculptures in the background. I could even remember the sound of the water being the same.
What a beautiful job DPW is doing at Congress Park. A nice gentleman came up to talk. He was in the landscaping business for 30 years. Now he enjoys protecting the park and all its gardens. There is a pond with Saratoga ducks and they still remain or return to this pond, even after 50 years. I even saw some forget-me-nots growing. My sister and I remember them growing along the creek. Than I saw a sleeping fuzzy black and rust banded wooly bear caterpillar that turns into a Isabella Tiger moth. Oh he’ll be around all winter sleeping under a bed of leaves before emerging as a moth next spring.
It is so precious to me to be back with my beloved. I can’t wait to call Ruthie and share the photos for her to see.
I about finished reading Firekeeper, a Narrative of the New York Frontier by Robert Moss when I picked up a pamphlet with History of the Saratoga Springs Mineral Waters. Within the pages I discovered that Sir William Johnson truly was alive in the early 1770s. He was an “Indian” agent for the British. Johnson is the character of the book.
Johnson had a strong bond with the Mohawks of the Iroquois Nation. In 1771, the Mohawks brought him to Saratoga Springs High Rock Spring for healing. For centures before, native people thought of the land where the springs are located as sacred ground. The springs were known as “Medicine Spring of the Great Spirit.” Sir William Johnson was the first outsider to discover the springs healing properties outside of the Iroquois Nation.
It wasn’t long after that outsiders heard of the healing power of the waters. In present day since I was a child, I have known that this particular spring is good for eyes and skin. My father and I went there years ago when my father was suffering from cancer. His skin was extremely sensative at the time and he told me that the spring was good for the skin
The Jewish people know of the healing power of the water and had for years been bathing their eyes and bodies with the water. I go to this spring for the mineral water to drink. I filll up water bottles and bring it back home. The water is good for the digestive system. I haven’t had any stomach upset since taking the water. The water makes me feel well.
October 7, 2014 at 10:07 am (Uncategorized)
Hi Morgen, Nice to see your page this morning. My book My Name is Butterfly was recently published as an eBook. My second book The Monarch Butterfly Coloring Book was translated into Spanish. It should be published by end of 2014. My success has a lot to do with you and the fact that you interviewed me a few years back. Cheers!
Originally posted on Morgen's Online Short Story Writing Group:
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- Keywords: alien, freak, silence, shape, small
- Random: a weird conversation
- Picture: what does this inspire?
- Tuesday Title: When You Call
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