Waiting for my friends to walk on

This Christmas tide has been a time of watchful waiting. It’s been a time of intentional candles and tearful remembrances of two strong women who have been angels surrounding me. About a month ago, I had the undeniable calling to write about one of my elder friends. I felt driven to write as if it were urgent and I had to capture the essence. I had to pay attention.

This friend is a writer. I wanted to talk about our friendship and how her quiet love was like having an angel surrounding me. I had photos of Kay and her land that she shared with me when I visited her home. I knew what inspired her to write about a tree that she loved. Writing comes in the middle of the night now with this post.

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Kay Karras lives in Solon Springs, Wisconsin. We have spent many happy hours together over the years. She is a life long friend and poet with several chat books. Her latest work Bits of Birch, was published in 2008 by Belle Ink, LLC. At the time of publication, she was 90 years old, a remarkably strong spirited woman. Kay was chosen as Poet Laureate of Solon Springs a few years back.Back then, my friend would visit her elderly sister every week, driving at least 80 miles round trip from Solon Springs to Spooner and back. She would stop mid way at my house in Minong on many of these trips. We would sit outside in good weather and I would make her a cup of tea, or we would sit and chat in the house. She is such a loving friend who took the time to visit. Kay made me feel like a chosen one. I often felt she was looking out for me like an angel on your shoulder.I miss her and her wit. Oh Kay has wit. I have never known anyone before who could recite poetry from the top of her head like she can. She has sent me prayer cards and greeting cards over the years with angels as a theme. Kay Karras is an angel to me and I love her very much.

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Kay Karras I love poets
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Kay with book cover by Kathy Maas
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Kay’s favorite tree where poem was dedicated
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Kay’s heirloom rose
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Life before on the farm
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A dirt road on property
Always
by Kay Karras
I think of you
When the day is ending
My dreams hold the memory of you
Always.

Wintergreen

by Kay Karras

By Way of the Wintergreen Tree

Your little bare feet brought you to me

A lad so young – so happy, so free

To hunt wintergreens by

the wintergreen tree.

You take me back to the days when I was

A bare foot girl ‘neath an azure sky

Came to hunt in the cooling breeze

The wintergreen berries

and wintergreen leaves

I see in your happy eyes the smile

Making me wonder all the while

As the years fly by and I cease to be

Will you look for me, here?

by the wintergreen tree?

Kay gave so much to so many women. She was a member of the St. Croix Writers Group in Solon Spring, WI. What tribute can I give her, but a response to her love. She was a mantle for many. We can feel the same love now even when she no longer lives here.

Her daughter Maryann sent me a poem that she wrote for her mother. I knew she had one daughter in California. She’s a dark haired beauty of native descent. Kay sent her bear paws years ago that never made it to their destination; she was heartsick about it. She was a woodlands woman familiar with hunting, fishing and gardening. Kay was of the earth and a survivalist. She taught her children well.

My other friend lived in a different world. Dorothy was from the city. Years ago, when I was a young woman, we worked in publishing in Washington, DC. Another strong woman Dorothy Hill befriended me. We worked for a Jewish family who treated their employees well, like family. Our work was investigative and we worked on the Hill. The publishing house dealt with chemicals in food and cosmetics, Food Chemical News and Pesticide and Chemical News.

It was an informative time. It was here I learned that all that came in packages was not well, including food and cosmetics. This was my first exposure to the world  that was not as safe as I once believed. Madison Avenue is effective in what they do. Everything in society is about marketing and selling.

Dorothy came to my wedding at St. Dominic’s Church, in DC in 1985. She was suffering a terrible tooth ache from an abscess tooth and was immediately going to the dentist after the wedding. I knew then that she would do anything to show that she loved me. I trusted her. I didn’t trust my own mother and Dorothy taught me that she loved me unconditionally. What a beautiful friend. We both came from alcoholic families. She was married to a drinker and I was born into a family of alcoholism. I have trust issues when it comes to letting people get close to me. Dorothy broke that shell as did Kay.

We have been friends for what seems like forever. Now she is no longer here, but ascended to where love abides blissfully and showers us here the Earth. I am not alone even though I have said goodbye to many things. I am amused of course and dedicated to my work, but my own family of a husband, Tia the dog, and three cats don’t live here anymore. I don’t live on the land anymore that I loved in northwest Wisconsin. I had to leave my northern retreat for health reasons. Now I live on the east coast near family. This is a new chapter in my life. I have been gallivanting around the world for most of my adult life. Now I am spending these precious days with family as I age.

God Bless you all who have walked with me through these writings. May you know the value of family and friends surrounding you.

Be well Insectamonarca friends where ever you are.

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Turtle Women Rising Gathering in Washington, DC for Veterans and Peace

October 8-11 2010
Washington, DC

 Join Us as We “Honor our Veterans” In this “Stand for Peace” We gather with the International Council of the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers for the healing of the four hoops of life. ◦Ourselves ◦Our Families ◦Our communities ◦Our Mother Earth Turtle Women Rising held a gathering in Washington, DC in 2008, in a Stand For Peace. We are honored to share these images from 2008, and this song “New Way” with the invitation to join us in DC October 8-11, 2010.

New Way was a gift from a baby turtle, that was received by our sister Mz. imani white. We hope you will learn this song and sing with us. Whether in DC, or at your home place, please sing and drum with us in solidarity. Many Blessings to you, as we each do our part to help bring a new way to walk on the earth. Mz. imani has recently released a new CD, for more info please contact her at mzimani@gmail.com

THE VISION We are called forth: To gather the feminine energies of all life. We call upon the elders, mothers and daughters of the earth. We see our brothers and sisters, our friends and lovers ready to answer the call. It’s all about you, it’s all about us, and together it is “We”. Imagine how powerful this can be, listening to our heartbeats growing strong. “One strong heartbeat standing for Peace”. We have no words only the heartbeat of the drum. We are Turtle Women Rising, rising for Peace. We rise in Love, in Song, and in Prayer. Our faith grows strong and our own knowing of the possibilities begins to reveal itself. It is the Power of Love, the Power of life. “Yes we can imagine that”.

 We rise to support the tears of all life givers and hold in our hearts the pain of violence transforming the pain and healing all wounds. We are strengthened by faith and the knowing of our individual walk. With every sound of the heartbeat from the mallet we raise the earth’s vibrations bringing the Light closer to the mother who is healing herself. This is the Light that will heal the holes in our hearts and the hearts of all living things.

 Turtle Women Rising shares an alliance and purpose with the work of the International Council of Thirteen Indigenous Grandmothers. We are honored to welcome the Grandmothers to DC as they join us in this gathering. We invite your participation to take action with us on site or at your home place consciously connecting the web of all life. We are a drum group led by Indigenous Women. We invite people of all nations who hear the call to join us as we reweave the web bringing the remembrance of our warrior and their ways. We Welcome Our Troops Home, We Welcome Our Veterans and their families into our community “You cannot demand peace you can only become it.” “You cannot fight for peace you can only live it.”

Please visit http://www.youtube.com/v/EOD-zVt8l4g&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1 to hear the song of rising. Learn the music. Then we can all join our voice and intentionstogether on the appointed day and time. We don’t need to be in DC to carry this intention in our hearts and to join the 13 Indigenous Grandmothers and the Mother Earth Turtle Women Rising. May we bring healing and peace to all of Mother Earth’s children and to Morther Earth herself.

Source (www.turtlewomenrising.com)
in collaboration with the Sisterhood of Planetary Water Rites at waterblessing@msn.com

Be happy insectamonarch frieds where ever you are.

Butterfly Woman

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