Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Hanblecheyapi
In Lakota tradition Hanblecheyapi means "crying for a vision"
Last week I went to a Vision Quest Camp near Croyden, Utah. It wasn't my first time going, in fact I have been to this camp 3 summers before. But It's been 2 years since I've been back. Last summer I had to work, so I didn't get to go. But this summer I was determined. Learning about the importance and harmony of native Brazilian traditions during the School of Warriors without Weapons revitalized my interest in the Native American teachings and ways.
The week was incredible!!! filled with so many gifts, songs, prayers, and blessings. It was packed full to the brim and I learned so much about myself, the world, and those around me. Most importantly I learned about the power of prayer, especially group prayer. I learned that by helping others to heal, I also heal myself. I learned that I am not alone.
And so I thank you everyone who helped make the week so marvelous. The youth, the elders, the joy, staying up by the fire, watching the stars, watching the sun come up, calling the thunder, storytelling, picking sage in the storm, admiring the rainbow, drumming, jamming that last night, firing of the grid Lodge, Diane's good-time lodge, card-reading party... so many good times!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Namaste
I honor the place in you in which the entire universe dwells. I honor the place in you which is of love, of truth, of light and of peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are one.
Namaste
Namaste
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Life is a Trickster, but I guess it's more exciting that way
So I thought I had my summer all planned out. I was going to come home from Greece and find an architecture internship and make lots of money. I guess there were other plans in store for me. I applied to various different firms, spiced up my resume, and even created a portfolio. But no, nothing worked out. No one needed help, not even my old boss. I was seriously down for a while. What was I going to do? What was wrong with me?
And then it hit me; RELAX.
During the school year I don't even have time to breath or eat right.
Suddenly I have time to take care of my body; to actually enjoy my senses
to enjoy this period of freedom where I can stay up and become part of the summer nights
So I'm trying to not feel too guilty about not having a real summer job
I'm trying to trust this balance and flow in my life.
Trust that it will all be OK
I work some shifts at Dancing Cranes, an import store owned by family friends
I do Yoga
I eat fresh raw foods
I take care of my body
I make things and paint things
I'm going to start pottery classes soon
I'm doing a vision quest next week
I hang out with friends and ride my bike across the city
I stay up late
I take my time and enjoy myself
And I'm grateful for the unexpected turn of events.
Life is a trickster, but I guess it's more exciting that way.
*The image above is a lotus flower I painted to make greeting cards. I will be printing it along with three others within the next few days. If you would like to support my summer freedom and creativity cause by purchasing some greeting cards, please let me know. It would be greatly appreciated :)
Namaste
Friday, July 6, 2007
Ode to Summer Nights
Summer nights
what a glory to the senses
the lazy street lamps cast down a hazy glow
creating dandelion tufts of faded orange orbs
sickened and pale in comparison
to the radiant moon
As I ride down empty streets
The breeze brushes my skin
like cool silk
Sleepy houses sigh,
each releasing an aroma
that glides past me
as I fly silently through the pulsing darkness
I try to grasp these smells
but they merely slip away
like fine sand through my fingers;
glimpses into the lives of the dreaming houses;
a fleeting odor of stale cigarette butts
a hint of pungent jasmine
a fluttering scent of clean laundry
Oh summer nights
swelling with the silence of a quivering calm
sweet as honey-dew melon
growing pregnant as the milky moon
I am a firefly passionately in bliss
with your cool and serene sprinkler kiss!
what a glory to the senses
the lazy street lamps cast down a hazy glow
creating dandelion tufts of faded orange orbs
sickened and pale in comparison
to the radiant moon
As I ride down empty streets
The breeze brushes my skin
like cool silk
Sleepy houses sigh,
each releasing an aroma
that glides past me
as I fly silently through the pulsing darkness
I try to grasp these smells
but they merely slip away
like fine sand through my fingers;
glimpses into the lives of the dreaming houses;
a fleeting odor of stale cigarette butts
a hint of pungent jasmine
a fluttering scent of clean laundry
Oh summer nights
swelling with the silence of a quivering calm
sweet as honey-dew melon
growing pregnant as the milky moon
I am a firefly passionately in bliss
with your cool and serene sprinkler kiss!
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