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Grandmother Taught!
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Grandmother Taught! |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA 
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Grandmother Taught! Sage burn the smoke is rising,prayers lifted to the Four Winds feel their words on hair and cheeks know soon Creator speaks. Tobacco share in seven directions face the Four and ask for blessings,ties hanging in the trees touched by wind prayers released. Selu sacred food gift of Creator,through the cold time long and dark you provide strength and give us hope to survive our darkest hours. What is life without prayers,the same as food with no seasons,bland but not sustaining,soon we would be seeking for a need there is no explaining. Father Sky overhead filled with mystery and wonder,Mother Earth beneath my feet solid loving comfort,Four Winds different directions carry prayers to Creator. Sacred water a living thing whispers chuckles sings,across the rocks across the land in a bed of its own making to the oceans then returned in snow and rain as it should be. Fire leap light the night dance and move so alive,sacred gift from our Creator,we tend the fire this is the center of our lives. Elders,children,teachers,this is our past and our future,all these things remind me Creator made all life to follow a Circle. Respect,honor,truth,and humbleness this is the connection of our quest,treat all you meet as beloved guest this is our road to happiness. These are the things grandmother taught me to do my duty with love and honor,to walk the Red Road with honest heart,to clean the Earth and keep the balance! granny!
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
loved the lessons here... M |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
All Happiness to you, TD |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
Siyo Naked Thoughts,sigi oginali I am honored as would be my grandmothers!
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
Sigi This Diamond,my heart thanks you for the blessing and sends prayers your own life is filled with goodness and joy this Solstice Season!
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
what a beautiful insightful read...powerfully written and felt. Hugs Lee J. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
".....grandmother taught me to do my duty with love and honor, to walk the Red Road with honest heart, to clean the Earth and keep the balance!" Grandmother taught you well, for wisdom had been earned by her grandmother's teachings. Thank you, Dekanogi Ulogilv  Nvdaegehi Utsisdalugisgv |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"ties hanging in the trees touched by wind prayers released" memories tied in the trees here for me Granny Oh I love this! |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
Grand-lovely, perfectly powerful ‘write’! (and what a wonderful-wise grandmother!) I will be reading this again and again...‘til half past eternity! [this ‘write’ wafts along the ‘immortal plane’!].... Superb imagery...such as: “Sage burn the smoke is rising, prayers lifted to the Four Winds” “...ties hanging in the trees touched by wind prayers released” “Father Sky overhead filled with mystery and wonder, Mother Earth beneath my feet solid loving comfort...” To a one time ‘doodlebugging’ field geologist such as myself, this one is especially 'truly magnificent'!: “Sacred water a living thing whispers chuckles sings, across the rocks across the land in a bed of its own making to the oceans then returned in snow and rain as it should be.” Again...the above reminds me of Tennyson’s imagery such as: There rolls the deep where grew the tree O mother Earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, Hath been the stillness of a silent sea. The hills are but shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, these ‘solid’ lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go!........ ABSOLUTELY!: “Respect, honor, truth, and humbleness this is the connection of our quest, treat all you meet as beloved guest this is our road to happiness.” wow!! (I could write pages on the 'importance' of this 'write'!!) |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
what a beautiful insightful read...powerfully written and felt. Hugs Lee J. Sigi beautiful sister!
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
Grandmother taught you well, for wisdom had been earned by her grandmother's teachings. Sigi heart of my heart,the blood tells always what the ancestors sings!
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
ties hanging in the trees touched by wind prayers released" memories tied in the trees here for me Granny Oh I love this! Siyo Lady,the prayer ties are a gift from ones heart to another,carried by the Four Winds to where are they needed for healing,blessings,and grateful thanks!
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
Grand-lovely, perfectly powerful ‘write’! (and what a wonderful-wise grandmother!) I will be reading this again and again...‘til half past eternity! [this ‘write’ wafts along the ‘immortal plane’!].... Sigi Secondhanddreampoet,nidvlenvda aya adanvdo! What was taught by the grandmothers is for the teaching seven generation into the future,for we believe Mother Earth does not belong to us but is a gift shared by our grandchildren,we are taught how do you wish those to come to see what is you did with such a sacred gift! blessings!
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
your words are truly beautiful.... I'm in awe of your writings... thank you for sharing RDB |
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wredgranny Member
since 2006-11-18
Posts 493Ky. USA |
your words are truly beautiful.... I'm in awe of your writings... thank you for sharing RDB Sigi Roniec Dawson-Bruce I am deeply honored by your words,I am in truth a very shy person,who stutter badly as a child,and so grandparents taught a different way to do the story telling. My words came with grandfathers drum it was the only way I could speak,and grandmother taught write the old words the same to the drum beat.
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