November 28, 2015 at 3:44 pm (Uncategorized)
Today I received a online video of the Blue Moon from Deohara. The Blue Moon rising is the most beautiful time-lapsed photography I have ever seen. Thinking you too will enjoy at https://player.vimeo.com/video/137218768
Enjoy the slow time of rising moon. Enjoy breathing in beauty. Send out beauty after you have witnessed this beautiful video.
Deohara says, “On the 31st of July, this beautiful time-lapse rise of the Full Blue Moon was captured 2 ½ miles away from Cape Byron Lighthouse, on Belongil Beach, Byron Bay, New South Wales, Australia. The head land and lighthouse at Byron Bay is the most easterly point of the Australian Mainland and therefore is the first place in Australia to watch the full moon rise. This video is made up of 1038 frames and slowed down to as close to real time as possible. The photographer [Luke Taylor] has been working on perfecting this type of time lapse for over a year now after seeing the work of his favorite photographer Mark Gee.”
November 5, 2015 at 11:34 pm (Stars)
Tags: Algol, binary star, Stars
I am not one to imagine things that aren’t there. For the last few weeks I have been noticing a bright light in the southeast sky. It is a very bright light and appears closer than stars. The light pulsates and appears to have some source of light around it at times. What can it be?
Wednesday, November 4
The variable star Algol in Perseus reaches minimum brightness at 8:32 p.m. EST, when it shines at magnitude 3.4. If you start watching it after darkness falls this evening, you can see it more than triple in brightness, to magnitude 2.1, over the course of a few hours. This eclipsing binary star runs through a cycle from minimum to maximum and back every 2.87 days. Algol appears in the northeastern sky after sunset and passes nearly overhead around midnight local time.
October 9, 2015 at 12:28 pm (Trash)
Tags: Corey Bradshaw, Trash
As I was sorting trash this morning I was conscious of what I could put in the trash that would later go to a landfill and what could be recycled.
At 70 years of age, I sort trash by thinking of the unborn child. Am I helping to save Mother Earth from non-biodegradible trash that I simply throw away? I hope so. I know that Mother Earth is disrepected and we unconciously throw things away that will not break down during our life time or ever for that matter.
It makes me conscious that I am only one part of the whole and that I must make trash decisions for the future of mankind.
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Today I read Corey Bradshow’s post on how land is being used for biodiversity. To learn more visit http://conservationbytes.com/2015/10/09/to-spare-or-to-share-that-is-a-muddled-question/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=Feed:+ConservationBytes+ConservationBytes.com&blogsub=confirmed#blog_subscription-
October 3, 2015 at 11:22 pm (Ceremony, Nibi Wabo)
Tags: Arkville, Blood Moon, Catskill Mountains, New York, Nibi Wabo Ceremony, Water Ceremony
Deep within the Catskill Mountains, on an isolated farm far from villages, towns and cities, I found myself on Prior family property. Coyotes were yapping and the lonely owls were calling. My sister-in-law had recently lost her husband. The farm itself is surrounded by mountains and there is a sense that the mountains hug one within. Nancy didn’t know about the Water Ceremony and she wanted to come outside with me to see the moon exclipse and learn from me. I told her about the ceremony and why the Sisterhood of Planetary Water Rites offered Ceremony to the Water.
At first the moon was hidden by clouds and then briefly became clear and we noticed that the eclipse was already starting. Then another cloud bank moved in before her and soon once again she became visible and we saw that the eclipse was happening faster than we expected.
I placed saved Asemma and spent Sacred White Sage from prior ceremonies by a lone spruce tree. Then I offered the Nibi Wabo Ceremony in the covered moonlight. I felt the moon was happy with us paying respect to Mother Water. I always feel a sense of being loved when doing Nibi Wabo Ceremony. This feeling goes with me long after Ceremony. The next time I do Nibi Wabo Ceremony with Nancy, I will bring the translated words to teach her. This time she stood by my side and didn’t say anything. She was encircled by a hidden prayer shawl. We are both widows now, sisters in heart and learning about being sisters in soul. Aho!
I brought a bottle of Catskill water back to Saratoga Springs with me. I have already placed some in a water receptical by the front door. It is good to remember married water afterwards.
27 September 2015
Arkville, New York
Mary Ellen Ryall
Photo copyright Vince Prior
August 29, 2015 at 2:05 pm (Nibi Wabo Water Ceremony)
Tags: Ceremony, Climate change, Community gardens, crickets, Nibi Wabo, Saratoga Springs NY, Tree frogs, Water Ceremony, Wetlands
Last night the full moon was brilliant. I ventured out to a meadow to feel for the right spot to start a Water Ceremony. Photo: Duck pond in Congress Park.
The meadow is next to the Saratoga Springs Community Garden and the wetlands at Wesley Retirement Community. There are 36 acres here of wetlands, woodlands and extensive landscaped sitting areas within shaded green spaces along with solid footpaths for easy walking. It is truly a lovely natural setting that I can explore and enjoy by myself. I feel safe here. Flowers are blooming everyswhere throughout the property. At night the grasshoppers are singing and darling small tree frogs keep my heart happy as they chant with me. Before I do Ceremony, I take the time to do Tai chi and Yoga to work out any stress that is being held in the body. Once I have cleared my own outer body auro of clogged energy, I am ready to begin.
First I lit a small dried branch of White Sage from California and purified with the smudge. Then I offered smudging to the seven directions. After this clearing, I put down sacred Assema that has been used in daily morning offerings. All gifts are returned to the earth. I had my birch bark clapping sticks and proceded to do the Nibi Wabo Ceremony. It is important to remember that as women we are the protectors of water. As more and more of the world becomes dried up, water is disappearing. In poor countries, the water situation is even more critical. When I think of a woman having to walk several miles a day just to obtain one vessel of water that she carries on her head back to the village, I think about the inner body that is mostly water. How are these people surviving with a critical shortage of water? This is a human tragedy story.
Water is not a commodity and yet profiteering companies go to poor countries and sell water to poor people. Whoever heard that one needed to buy water in a bottle?. Water is being treated as a commodity. This is a social justice issue. Water is a gift from the Creator. Water is for all species on the planet, not just humans and crops. The birds, butterflies, moths, large animals and fish, let alone all the Green Nation, must have water to survive. How can a planet full of people not realize that by emitting carbon dioide into the atmosphere, for money, people are doing so without paying attention to the consequences. We are depleting air and water around the world. The climate is at a dangerous level now because of Climate Change. We are living in perilous times for air and water. This is why we must offer water our love and respect. We need to remember her and celebrate her everyday of our lives. Just by focusing on one issue, one can change the world, at leaset in our own corner of the world.
There is a small water font near my front door. This allows me to rememeber water as I come and go throughout the day. I am centering my thoughts around water so that I am more intuned to the living presence of water. This is similar to a meditation. How could I ever forget thinking of the Beloved who gives me life?
Doing a chant with my clapping sticks in the seven directions all around me, above me, below me and within me, I am honoring water as a living Being. May we remember. It is in forgetting that the natural world is taking abuse beyond what anything should suffer. Let us rejoice that we are abundantly blessed and offer Ceremony for the gifts that we recieve. Starting with becoming conscious of water and remembering her as a conscous effort. Let us walk forward to becoming conscious everyday of our lives and not just on the appointed time set aside for Water Ceremony, on the Full Moon.
To women everywhere, I bless you and myself with an offering to Nibi Wabo.
Photo: of full moon rising over the trees as it comes into full view in the meadow.
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June 21, 2015 at 9:49 pm (Horse Racing)
Tags: animal tracking, art, Bad River Reservation, Horse dreams
The truth is in our dreams. Real time is a disillusion. Dreams speak to us from the subconscience and come to tell us something. Many times we are unable to interpret our dreams.
Starting in 1990 I began to have periodic dreams about wild horses. The first time I dreamed I was with my dog Tia. We were hiking a new path on the horse trail, at the Ranch Club, in Southern Maryland. All of a sudden I heard the sound of thundering horse hooves coming towards us. We stood ever so close to the edge of the path in stillness as the horses came. An opening happened in the cliff directly on the other side of the path. All of the horses entered, except one. A magnificant shiny black horse came right up to me. I didn’ t know what he wanted, but I made myself stand still and pay attention. When I awoke I remembered the Vision. I think he came to tell me that I would shortly be leaving for northwest Wisconsin. I was going to be living a new breath and a deep Vision. This happened. I moved to Minong, WI, and started attending Lac Courte Oreilles Ojibwa Community College, in Hayward, Wisconsin. I had to learn new skills to be able to accomplish this fete. I was prepared because I knew this Vision was real and I was given this opportunity.
The next dream was of a brown horse that appeared in my father’s fields in Rock City Falls, New York. My half brother had been living at the farm and let the place go to ruin. I saw the house deteriorated. Yet, I saw this horse as happy and he came up to the front field near the road to greet me. I felt this dream was to let me know that all would be well at the farm. My half brother had now left the property and new owners were taking care of it. I saw that I could let go and move on. This property was beloved by me and I found it difficult to find myself left out of my mother’s will. It was painful that she gave the property to her love child and cut all the Ryall heirs out of the will. My father would have been horrified if he had known. He had always been fair to the youngest child. We all shared equally under his will.
The third dream was of a black horse right up to my face. He was talking to me. I don’t know what he said. I only know that he came to announce that something wonderful was going to happen to me. It has happened over and over again. My last friendship was with a horse person. I had the thrill of my life learning about horses and winning the Triple Crown. The horses came to heal me and to offer me new knowledge. I am going to take my winnings and purchase a horse necklace in memory of my friend Henry Robinson, who left on June 18.
Believe in your dreams they do come to tell us of good fortune which can be bigger than our wildest dreams.
June 21, 2015 at 12:40 pm (Friendship)
Tags: American Pharoah, Henry Robinson, Kentucky Derby, Preakness Race, Triple Crown, Wesley Nursing Home
In the fall of of 2014, I made a new friend. Henry Robinson had a beautiful smile and happy presence. Many times I would see him in his wheelchair outside taking in the last of the sun rays before the warmth of the sun set. He loved being outdoors. This may be one of the reasons I was drawn to him. I worship the sun also, the gift of life.
Henry would come over from Wesley Nursing Home and I would see him In the Embury Cafe having a cup of coffee. It wasn’t long before I gravetated towards him because he had a smile that drew you in. Henry loved horses and he enjoyed talking about them. I didn’t have any previous knowledgeable with horses, outside of my love affair with Secretariat. Slowly but surely, I started to learn and become excited about one horse in particular. His name is American Pharoah. One day Henry needed to see the post line ups because we were going to bet on the Kentucky Derby. I said, “Don’t worry. I will take the bus downtown and pickup the Racing Form at Stewarts.” I brought the form back and gave it to my friend. Later that day or the next he told me how the race was going to line up. I was ready to place my bet. Trouble is, I didn’t know how.
My cousin Jimmy and his wife Stephanie were taking me to dinner that evening. I asked Jimmy if he could take me over to the Racino and Race Track to bet on the race. I was embarressed that I didn’t know how. Jimmy took me up to the window and told the attendant that this was my first time betting at 70 years old. Both of them got a kick out of that. Well, my horse naturally won. It was a thrill. How many of them do we get at this age?
Next there the the Preakness Race and Henry and I had some lively discussions on how to play this race. Once again we both won. I was so excited that I had to call him up and let him know how grateful I was. He literally found it fun to see my enthusiasm. Oh what a happy soul he was.
Then the Triple Crown was next. By this time Henry was in intensive care. I called the hospital to keep abreast of him. In awhile he rebounded and was given a room. Then I could talk to him on the phone. Before the Triple Crown I had to go to Massachsetts. I was cut-off from communicating with Henry because he was not well. I went ahead and placed a bet via the computer using Off Track Betting. Again I didn’t know what I was doing but, I was going to give it a shot and bet on American Pharoah because this was the horse that Henry had faith in. American Pharoah didn’t let us down. He won the Triple Crown.
Then a call came in, a family member was seriously ill, I had to leave Massachusetts and get back home. As soon as I got back I went over to Wesley Nursing Home to visit Henry. He was in his room. I knew he was ill because he was still in bed. I thanked him for the thrill of a lifetime. He smiled and said, “Oh we have some big races coming up this summer with the Travis. American Pharoah will be racing. Bob Baffet is bringing some good horses to Saratoga Springs this summer.”
That was the last time I saw my friend. I went over to the Wesley Nursing Home this past week because Henry wasn’t answering the phone. This is when the nurse told me that Henry was gone. He had walked on. I was broken up about my friend and went out to the garden for a good cry. At least he knew that he gave me the gift of friendship and excitment in our shared love of a magnificant horse. I don’t plan on ever betting again. This was a gift that Henry gave me. I will cherish this memory as it stands.
April 26, 2015 at 4:32 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: Celebration of Life, Lanise Coats, Saratoga Springs, spring
April 12, the weather changed to warmer temperatures. This year is different though.
Normally I would feel my heart gladden with rebirth of life on the planet, but this spring has been more solemn. The passing of my friend has sobered me. I had given my friend the name Makwa ikwe. She said she was bear totem. My friend was in my life for the briefest of time. She give me an important message, “Slow down.”
I have come through the long hard winter and this spring I came out of hibernation alone, but with a message to live by and I honor my friend by remembering.
Wrote in memory of Lanise Coats who came into my life to connect as Kindred Friend and we made the very most of it. Blessings. Celebration of Life, April 25, One Roof, 433 Broadway, Saratoga Springs, New York.
Five Wesley residents and staff were there to pay tribute to a gifted Ascended Spirit.
March 29, 2015 at 2:38 pm (Uncategorized)
Tags: Amanda Sciullo, animal art, art, biodiversity, Environment, Vision
“Through abstraction, we shape the world. through art, we translate thoughts, intuitions, feelings, and intentions into actions that transform reality.
i was just looking at a diagram on the plane of the equinoctial
there are all these lines passing through the meridian
maybe its the same line even.. given different names
the true horizon the rational horizon the sensible horizon the sea or visible horizon
the celestial horizon.”
There is a spherical circle that is our life and energy. Amanda Sciullo
This is how it unfolded this past week. On the one hand a friend walked on and before she did, she sent another artist my way, someone young who appreciates teachers, after all I am an elder and we are the wisdom keepers. I found it fascinating. My new young friend is an artist also. She shows great Vision as an environmental artist. Amanda read my post on Water Ceremony and wanted to know the original Anishinaabe words and music. Grandmother Gladyce Nahbenayash had come to Lac Coure Oreilles Ojibwe Community College, years ago, and taught the woman who attended as part of the program on the environment.
I will meet my young friend in June, when I travel to Fitchburg, MA. We plan to go to the woods where I know there are lots of birch trees growing. We will seek to find the appropriate size for clapping sticks so that she can make her own. We will hike to where the water flows and do Water Ceremony there.
Let the water talk to us. May we bless the water with honor, respect, non-wastefulness, thankfulness, kindness, and openness to water being a living Being that is meant for all species, not just the human species. Let us remember to love water who makes it possible for all of life on this planet to live.