Is everything a prayer

I read this post several times trying to digest and understand. We have given up considerable which makes us human. One is the ability to pause and listen deeply through meditation and prayer. Instead, as is suggested, we look for quick, calculating ways, often without realizing what we are doing, to achieve some material end. The material without the spiritual connections is meaningless.

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That past posting

Circle is a gift to the people

http://sachemspeaks.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/circle-is-a-gift-to-the-people/

Reminded me about a number of times another question keeps coming up on my tracker’s.

Time to answer them.

Some return visitors want the know if native Americans have ceremonies that are not prayers?

Answer

NO!

In our culture, ceremonies are talking with our Supreme Being.

Well at least not in my tribe, village.

Each time this question is asked I would look back through our ceremonies, answer is still no.

From birth to crossing (death) even our dancing, “prayer”!

The main reason for my short to the point answer is, first because it is the truth, also if a leader goes into the Sacred Ceremony in writing, such as the Naming Ceremony, phony’s will copy it for their own benefit, once that happens it is no longer sacred, blessed or native and both parties and yours truly, for putting…

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Praying

Mary Oliver writes in uncomplicated ways. It is not simple, but there are elements of simplicity linked to complexity. Her poem Praying is an example of this simplexity. Praying is an entreaty or asks for something and suggests creating space for responses. There is a simplicity in the way prayer unfolds. It happens anywhere, anytime, and with few words. The complex part is being quiet and discerning the answers. This requires quiet spaces that we have to craft out of the busyness of modern lives and days.

It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.

“I’ll Take Spring On The Rocks”

“I’ll Take Spring On The Rocks”

Kenne always provides great pictures and text for them. This is a beautiful combination that reminds us of the importance of finding those moments of silence. I love the idea that silence has a motion to it. It flows in the way similar to water.

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Ned's Nature Walk 02-12-14-0027 blog“Spring On The Rocks” (Sabino Creek near the dam.) — Image by kenne

“When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion.
It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water.
Its color is silver.
And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it.
The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking.
Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.”

― Anne Spollen, The Shape of Water

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Bellhouse Bay

Yesterday, Stephen posted this wonderful poem on his blog Grow Mercy. Normally, I re-blog, but Stephen uses another platform and I have not figured out how to re-blog across platforms or, for that matter, if there is a way. The poem and post were profound and I wanted to share.

Dorothy Livesay wrote this as a reminder we inherit Earth from our children and grandchildren to paraphrase Chief Seattle. There is a great interconnection that extends beyond what is present to the generations to come. We are surrounded by sentient and inanimate parts of the world that connect us to each other and to the world we live in. We should soak it in and leave more than the pictures behind. We should leave what is real and tangible so our children and grandchildren might touch its beauty and be touched by its beauty, as well. We share this Creation today with what is revealed to us and what will be revealed to others yet to come.

Last night a full silver
moon
shone in the waters of the bay
so serene
one could believe in
an ongoing universe

And today it’s summer
noon heat soaking into
arbutus trees blackberry bushes
Today in the cities
rallies and peace demonstrations exhort

SAVE OUR WORLD SAVE OUR CHILDREN

But save also I say
the towhees under the blackberry bushes
eagles playing a mad caper
in the sky above Bellhouse Bay

This is not paradise
dear adam dear eve
but it is a rung on the ladder
upwards
towards a possible
breathtaking landscape.

For Valentine Lovers Without A Valentine Line

For Valentine Lovers Without A Valentine Line

It is not that I don’t have a Valentine. I do. It is that we are separated by about a 12 hour road trip. Despite that, I told Kathy I would post something today that would melt the miles. I told her that during our over hour telephone conversation last night. Paul Simon wrote about 50 ways to leave your lover. Here, are 50 ways to say I love you.

love in power

love in power

This is a great post with a beautiful quote. I am reading Wendell Berry right now and essentially he says love begins at home and moves outward. When we take care of the home and those close to us, that process takes care of the world. It seemingly cannot help but do that.

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We meet, we smile, we share and we fall. As we fall, we gaze at each other’s cuts and bruises, scars and walls and groom each other through them. For every wound we share, we bond. We feel we understand we can speak the same language,and that we can support each other better. We compare size and depth, dark and light, and we feel intimacy. And further we fall. We connect over stories – so we share stories and drama, we share in empathy and sympathy. There is a comfort in the shadows and the embracing of what has past. And we become integral to each other’s next chapters, supporting actors in the next evolution of the tale.

Some people live by their stories. They are a sum total of everything that has ever happened to them. But as people grow, stories shift. People who want to make progress will…

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A Great Need

The great Sufi poet Hafiz wrote this several centuries ago, but I think it applies today as much as ever. We find each other when we find community and common purpose which is part of human being. We find strength in difficult times and that is found in the richness of holding hands and not letting go.

Out

Of a great need

We are all holding hands

And climbing.

Not loving is a letting go.

Listen,

The terrain around here

Is

Far too

Dangerous

For

That.

Another Day In Orbit

Another Day In Orbit

This is, as Buddhists might say, the Right Attitude. What does the world have in store for me each day? And, what do I have in store for the world?

“truth has no agenda”

“truth has no agenda”

This post about truth points out that truth is relational. The word truth comes from the Old German trothe which is connected to troth and betrothed which suggest being in relationship. Truth is not “relativism gone wild” as the final line suggests. We speak it with compassion, but also recognize that some ‘truths’ are problematic. Those we speak out against when they arise and we remain in relationship with the world, a better world.

Song of the Builders

As Mary Oliver aptly suggests it we each have a role in building our small corner of the universe.  Certainly, in each of our minds, it is not so small. It is rather grand in its own small way.

It is that small way that speaks to the humbleness we each undertake in being builders of something worthwhile and worth whiling over. It is in the natural world, the world we do not construct we find the great builders like the cricket. We can learn so much from their efforts and their places as we think and are thankful for what we receive each day.

On a summer morning

I sat down

on a hillside

to think about God –

 a worthy pastime.

Near me, I saw

a single cricket;

it was moving the grains of the hillside

 this way and that way.

How great was its energy,

how humble its effort.

Let us hope

  it will always be like this,

each of us going on

in our inexplicable ways

building the universe.