Life Force

“A melody is formed by a relationship between notes.  A single note does not make a melody.”  ~  Ted Andrews

The Evening Grosbeak are numerous at the feeders now.  This is unusual.  Even though they are year round residents to the PNW, springtime and early summer is when I ordinarily see these birds in my own yard.  Autumn is generally a very busy time at Echo Lake though with small, medium and large flocks of songbirds moving through, some staying to feed mingling in with the resident species.  Others resting briefly and moving on.  Migrating waterfowl are a constant this time of year.  Most just stopping over for the night, maybe a day or two then on the move again.  The numbers vary daily.  The Common Merganser arrived last week, they’ll stay and over-winter here, along with a few other species.  With the abundance of songbirds, a resident Sharp-shinned Hawk can be seen much more often.  The Sharpie is a hawk who hunts birds as well as rodents for her survival.  When she is in motion, I’ve seen songbirds scatter in all directions in their frenzied haste to protect themselves.  I was awakened yesterday by a female Evening Grosbeak crashing into my kitchen window.  She hit hard!  Was it the Sharpie?

In the semi-light of a frozen morning I found her face down and breathing hard.  I scooped her up, folding her wings into place and cradled her to keep her warm.  She was bleeding from the mouth.  Beyond this, not a feather was out of place.  She was gorgeous.  Each bird’s marking are unique.  Hers were nearly symmetrical – the palest yellow feathers highlighting bold white patches on her black wings and tail.  Heather gray and pale yellow body and head.  A patch of white at her throat bordered by black.  And as the name suggests, a large yellow beak.  The bright red blood startling against the yellow bill and where it dripped into the snow.  Her right foot grasped a finger, the left lay limp.

Keeping her covered in my cupped hands and holding her close to my heart, I stepped under the eves of the house onto the bare boards of the deck, out of the snow, my own feet bare.  Still bleeding but with clear eyes she slowly looked all around and up into the Big Leaf Maple where the majority of her flock was at the time, their contact calls could be easily heard.  And she was looking at me.  I began to sing the Heart Song to comfort her.  Maybe it is just to comfort myself that I sing to injured birds.   I like to think it was succor to her.  Her breathing slowed.  Is this a good sign or a bad sign?

Élan vital – the vital force of life.  Our breathing is an involuntary action in the body and a vital one.  As a yoga student I was taught the importance of the breath.  As a yoga teacher I emphasize the breath with each movement of the body.  Take your breath to any stuck places, visualize the release.  Use your breath to heal yourself.  As humans we can think this through, create a practice, take our awareness where it is needed.  What is the bird thinking?  She continues to look around, taking in her surroundings, nestled in my embrace.  She knows she is safe, that is obvious to me.  We stay this way for many minutes.  I’m cold yet continue to hold her and sing.

The Evening Grosbeak has been a bird whose medicine I have worked with for many years.  Family of origin work.  What are the patterns needing to be broken?  What needs the healing salve of love?  How am I tied to my family beyond blood?  How do I maintain the ties?  What must I do to nurture them?  I continue with this personal work as it is paramount in my life.  At this time though, I feel the Evening Grosbeak are here to bring my attention to the larger family – the Global Family.  I live safely in a circle of trees on a beautiful little lake in a ramshackle little house.  I am not wealthy monetarily and still my life is rich and abundant.  So many go without.  So many are at risk.  The Grosbeak medicine is about healing the family heart.  Their melodious voices are significant.  Am I using my voice in a way that serves?  Do my earnest intentions heal anyone?  Certainly I am healing.  As within so without.  There is little I can do personally to heal the numerous and monumental crises in the world today – yet I cannot do nothing.

So I hold the little bird in the freezing morning.  Her bleeding stops.  Both feet holding onto fingers now, still her soft belly resting warm against my palm.  My song is a prayer for her healing, for the life force to return to her so she will fly from my hands and live.  Which she eventually does.  In the Aspen tree of my neighbor’s yard she rests a while longer before moving along to join her flock.  I thank her for the life force within her that was able to survive, hoping the best for her and others of her flock.

At its origins, élan vital is the creative force within an organism that is responsible for growth, change, and necessary or desirable adaptations. My prayer today is that this be within the human family – that desirable adaptation and change occur for the greater good of mankind, All Nations and Ina Maka, our Mother Earth.  My prayer is for each note of the melody to be heard.

All My Relations  ~  Mitakuye Oyasin

Illuminate Also My Heart

It’s a frozen morning here at Echo Lake.  A thin crust of snow covers everything.  The Standing Ones are magnificent with glittering frost illuminated pink in the with the rising sunlight.  Pale blue sky.  All the Steller’s Jay are here it seems, likewise with the Oregon Junco and Song Sparrow.  Anna Hummingbirds are vying for their place at the feeder.  Many ducks on the water.  Will the juvenile Bald Eagle come again today, having no hunting success here yesterday?  Deer were in the upper yard when I rose, casually browsing, ever vigilant.  Just in the few moments it’s taken to write these words, several Towhee have come to the porch.  Many voices, everyone is awake.  Cold mornings like this – extra seed, another suet, swap out the hummingbird juice as it’s already getting slushy.

The medicine of Buffalo and Horse have been prepared.  Cedar hoops await.  A circle of women will birth new drums today.  I am blessed to be their midwife.  Witnessing their process.  All hands joining together to pull the laces tight.  Their joy.  The tenderness.  The hard work.  The delight and self-satisfaction.  The admiration for their new drums.  I honor these women.  I put up gratitude for my teacher who brought these ways into my life.  Pilamaya!

You who are the source of all power, Whose rays illuminate the world, Illuminate also my heart, So that it too can do Your work.   ~Gayatri

The sunlight is making its way slowly down to Mother Earth illuminating everything.  Good Morning World.

May All Beings know a moment of peace today.

All My Relations  ~  Mitakuye Oyasin

 

Let’s Talk Turkey

“Most people don’t realize turkeys are friendly, they’re social, they’re loyal and they have emotions.”  ~  Shannon Elizabeth

The idiom “talk turkey” means to speak frankly and seriously, especially about things of importance.

Some friends of mine raise turkeys.  Each time I go to their property I pass by the hen-house and the run where these girls and their Tom live.  “Hello girls…..!”   All heads raise up to see who’s calling right away.  Many start a slow walk over to the fence when I call again. Low vocalizations, talking among themselves before answering me.  “Hello girls….!”  They’re curious about me and now talking to me.  Have I come to offer them a bit of scratch?  Cracked corn perhaps?  They turn their heads this way and that – eyeing me – I wonder what they are thinking. “Oh girls….”!

Intelligent birds, Wild Turkey are indigenous to the North American continent.  Fossilized remains dating back some 5 million years have been found in southern North America and Mexico.  In the early 1500s, European explorers brought home Wild Turkeys from Mexico, as Aztecs and Mayans had domesticated the birds centuries earlier. Later, when English colonists settled on the Atlantic Coast, they brought domesticated turkeys with them.

Like many species, the Wild Turkey populations was nearly decimated to extinction in the US due to over-hunting and habitat loss.  The efforts to save the wild bird and reintroduce them into their historic ranges has been wildly successful – this gives me such hope for other species as we put our attention onto salvaging populations of winged creatures, four-legged ones, the creepy crawlies and others.

To find Wild Turkeys it helps to get up early in the morning, when flocks of these large birds are often out foraging in clearings, field edges, and roadsides.  Turkey live and travel in large flocks.  Their communal living can teach us much about sharing the blessings of life.  They are unique in that their young stay with the many moms in the flock for up to two years.  Each sex has an independent pecking order, with a stable female hierarchy and a constantly changing male hierarchy. You’ll usually find turkeys on the ground, but don’t be surprised if you run across a group of turkeys flying high into their treetop roosts at the end of the day.  This earth and air connection speaks of higher realms of intuition and knowing.

As we gather tomorrow with our families and friends, let us remember that giving thanks is a practice best offered every day.  There is so much to be thankful for and practicing gratitude multiplies the many gifts in our lives.  Gratitude for our Mother, for the bounty of gifts is best practiced daily too.  It is this time of year when many people remember to open their hearts and serve.  There is a constant need for service, a constant need for sharing the wealth of abundance Mother Earth has to offer.   My gratitude for those of us who are willing to share, willing to serve, willing to give thanks.

It’s estimated some 46 million turkeys will be eaten tomorrow.  It is a sad statement of fact that the majority of those consumed have been raised on factory farms.  The practice of factory farming is devastating to both the birds and animals raised in this way and human community who live nearby these inhumane operations.  This farming practice is extremely harmful to the environment as well.   Organic farming is on the rise, thankfully, raising both domesticated turkey and what are known a heritage birds.  It is still a very small percentage of what is being raised and consumed at this time however.  Birds and animals grown without antibiotics and growth hormones, fed a proper diet, allowed to grow in a natural life span with access to normalcy, then harvested with care and intention, with gratitude, are far less stressed.  The consumption of food grown and raised sustainably and humanly is far superior for our own overall health – we have enough stress in our lives without eating it.  “The hurt of one is the hurt of all.  The honor of one is the honor of all.”  ~ Chief Phil Lane, Jr.  as retold from his Grandfather.  Eat with intention.  Eat with prayer.  Eat with gratitude.  Honor the Turkey.

Nourish yourself in a good way.

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The medicine or power of the Wild Turkey is generous and multifaceted.  Turkey is symbolic of all the blessings the Earth contains and the ability to use them to the greatest advantage of all.  Adaptability, intelligence, spiritual nourishment and growth, as well as wisdom are among the lessons of the Turkey.  Higher vision and feminine energies can be tapped for greater good of the whole – family, community and the world.  Turkey is the medicine of the give-away.  What is done to and for another is done also to and for oneself.  Share the abundance as there is truly enough for us all.  Quick and alert, Turkey teaches us that we have the capability to act in a worthwhile way.  Virtuous, Turkey medicine is about transcendence, acting and reacting for the benefit of others.  Help and sustenance are given by Turkey out of the realization that all life is sacred, it is the knowing that the Great Spirit resides in us all.  With an open heart and higher vision  all can be fed and made whole.

I would like to express my thanksgiving to the First Nations who welcomed the “boat people” as I’ve heard it call, to North America.  I would like to offer a prayer of apology for the disrespect they received subsequent to their openness.  A prayer for the healing after the many long years of darkness, a prophecy that accompanied their arrival.  A prayer too for the light that is coming to illuminated the shadow aspects of humanity, as I turn inward to reflect upon my own shadow side.  May these darker days of the mid-autumn season hold us all, the Global Family, in a good way.  May we be held in the Light.

It is my practice to count my gratitude at the end of each day.  This acknowledgment is my nightly prayer.  I am deeply grateful for my own health and well-being, that I was given the day to be alive by the Creator – for all my sense perception to fully experience the world around me.  I am grateful for my son and family of origin, for my extended family – blood and marriages, for community and friends.  For my Ancestors.  My Allies.  For the abundance of a warm bed and a home, a full belly and an open heart.  For all the joys that filled the day when I stopped to notice them.  For my work.  For any lessons – those take came with ease as well as the painful one – as Jung said, “there is no birth of consciousness without pain”.  And I am grateful to be a being with a conscious.   Grateful for the birds.  Grateful for Grandmother Buffalo.  Grateful for self-love.  And anything else my mind overlooks, let my heart speak of thanksgiving.  Aho.

Mitakuye Oyasin  ~  All My Relations

Phil Lane, Jr. is the founder of The Four Worlds International Institute.  I listened to him speak last week on the Indigenous Wisdom Summit on The Shift Network and again last night.   Beginning December 10th a Live Circle will begin, indigenous teachings and wisdom for today.  Join in the Circle.

Seasonal Bounty

The temperature has been in the teens and low twenties at night for nearly a week.  Towhee is a typically secretive bird, keeping to the undergrowth – literally scratching out a living.  With the ground being frozen, they too are coming to the seed feeders surprising me with their numbers.  Let go of attachments they tell me.  The Varied Thrush have come down to the lowlands, they’re persistently scratching, keeping close to the margins or completely hidden.  The rare occasion when I see them is brief.  Usually I only know they are here in the yard by their haunting trill.  Make my presence known.  Use my voice.  The Winter Wren pops in and out of view, asking if I am confidently using the resources available to me?

To my delight, this time of the year also brings the Fox Sparrow – my favorite in the sparrow family.  I think.  It’s hard to pick a favorite of any species.  I so enjoy them all – each with unique character and color.  The color of the Fox Sparrow is such a rich shade of brown, invoking warmth in me.  They too are secretive, remaining hidden most of the time.  It is the sweetness of their expressions that truly endears them to me.  A small flock of Gold-crowned Sparrows have been here for the better part of the last month.  Conversely, they are bold and bossy having no reservation with taking their place at the feeder.  Song Sparrow lives here year around.  They’re not pushy in the least.  The males throw their heads back and sing with abandon.  In the springtime a veritable chorus all around me.  White-crowned Sparrow are sure to come too, although so far I have not spied them in the mix.  Sparrow medicine speaks of personal power and not being under anyone’s thumb.  Am I standing up for myself in a good way?  Do I know where my own powers lie?  Am I using them well?

Both Chestnut-sided and Black-capped Chickadee are regulars.  Purple Finch too.  So is the Oregon Junco.  The Slate-colored Junco has recently arrived.  Theirs is a shade of brown unmatched by anything else I’ve ever seen.  Steller’s Jay are particularly stunning in the bright sunlight of these frozen mornings – their blue seems to have intensified into a shade of dazzling blue radiance.  Crows keep watch from a distance, vying for the peanuts I offer.  Red-breasted Nuthatch dart to and from the suet feeder with regularity.   Even the ordinary, the usual, remind me to find joy in the moment.

A huge flock of Pine Siskin has been in the neighborhood all week.  Yesterday, Freeman, a Douglas fir that lives with me was filled with them.  Little voices that collectively are quite noisy.  What must we do as a human community?  If we care for the Earth and all her children, what are we to do?  Who is the leader for the greater good?

The freezing temperatures are also cause for bringing in the hummingbird feeder at night.  I am generally not an early riser however the hummingbirds give me cause to wake before the sun is up to put the feeder back outside again.  Having been in a state of torpor for probably 14 hours, they’ll be looking for a drink first with the first morning light before the sun has even risen to light the treetops with the golden pink of morning.  Such a holy moment. Within an hour it’s time to change the feeder out again.  It has become a slushy.  Brain freeze!  Act.  Be focused.  Be diligent.  More joy!  What is the source of my sustenance?   What needs my fierce protection?  Last week a female Anna Hummingbird crashed into the Plexiglas on my deck.  I held her and sang to her until she was able to shake off the blow and fly away.  What a magical moment as we looked one another in the eye.  Friends now, she comes come with intention to eye me again, reminding me that my song is a prayer.

Two male Evening Grosbeak came down out of the treetops to feed, leaving their flock to glean up in the top of a Big Leaf maple.  Again the medicine of the Grosbeak call my attention back to my FOO.  What family of origin healing is needed within me today?

On the water, the ever-present Pied-billed Grebe.  Go deep.  And ride the surface.  Many ducks have come, more come each passing day.  Mallard, Hooded Merganser, Bufflehead, Gadwell, and Ring-neck are here this morning.  There may be as many as 200 birds – on occasion they seems to all rise up at once, flying in great loops around the lake only to land again finding their places along the lake edge to feed.  They remind me to find comfort in the truth of my emotions, to be at ease and fly with grace through my day.   To move when needed.  Canada Geese and a few Cackling Geese have been using Echo Lake as a stop over to rest and feed.  Flocks have been numbering in the dozens, coming in waves.  Leaving the same way.  Where have they come from and where are they going?  Is it time for me to have an adventure too?  They remind me to be creative with my life.  I sewed rattles throughout the day yesterday, both the geese and I sitting outside in the sun.  I was able to be present with my thoughts, stitching prayers and bird song.  Trumpeter Swan have flown over going somewhere to the North.  Their strong wings powering them forward – keep calm, know your wisdom, and have faith.  Surrender into Spirit.

Another surprise – Snipe!  Yes, they’re real!

A lone Sharp-shinned Hawk has been traversing the yard on the hunt for small songbirds.  I’ve seen him fly into the bushes a great speed but leaving without success numerous times.  He flew very near to me yesterday, passing me from behind to light in the tree before me.  Persist.  A change is in the air, something new is coming, be watching for the subtle message.  Observe.  Accept things as they are.

The day is warming up, most of the frost has melted now.  The Towhee have made short work of a full feeder, it is nearly empty now.  Of course they haven’t done it alone.  The winged community is at work.    All around the yard the voices of the Winged Ones charm me.  They teach me plenty about myself and who I am in the world, who I can become if I’ll just tap into the wealth of their powers.  There is such abundance in the season’s bounty.

May you find their blessings in your own life.

Mitakuye Oyasin  ~  All My Relations

What’s A White Girl To Do?

“It is true that many of the old ways have been lost.  But just as the rains restore the earth after a drought, so the power of the Great Mystery will restore the way and give it new life.  We ask that this happen not just for the Red People, but for all people, that all might live.  In ignorance and carelessness they have walked on Ina Maka, our Mother.  They did not understand that they are a part of all beings, the Four-legged, the Winged, Grandfather Rock, the Tree People, and our Star Brothers.  Now our Mother and all our Relations are crying out.  They cry for the help of all people.”  ~ Black Elk

Black Elk’s use of the word cry has a connotation unfamiliar in today’s vernacular.   What was meant was to pray.

Recently a friend, whom I love dearly and I know loves me too, called to offer a thought for my consideration.  I had used the Lakota language word inipi, which means sweat lodge, in a prior blog post.  She thought I should know that the use of the word could be considered inappropriate by some.  I had quoted a passage translated from Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Medicine Man, from the book The Sacred Pipe, Joseph Epes Brown.  I’m certain the intention behind the call was an effort to educate and protect me.  On the heels of this, my attention was called to an article  where I read the words, “it’s cultural trespassing”.  The article wasn’t specifically about “the appropriation of culture”, the subject was “Selling the Sacred: Get Your Master’s in Native American Shamanism?”

With a heavy heart I set about ceremony for a buffalo hide I had brought home that morning.  It is always my practice to honor the animal, to call his Ancestors to carry his spirit home, to express my gratitude, to become aware of any reparations needed for the creature, his Nation.  And for the human involved in the taking of the animal’s life – was it done with respect or is healing needed?  My heavy heart spills over in grief – I make apologies, pray for forgiveness for what the European immigrants have done, what white man has done since arriving on the North American continent – the systematic eradication, the genocide.  I pray for forgiveness for what human kind has done to the other species on the planet.  How we’ve disrespected our Mother Earth.  I am crying, both tears and in the way Black Elk was using the word to cry.  If not this way of praying – How?  The Catholicism of my childhood doesn’t fit in my heart this way.  Where do I fit?  What is my way if I shouldn’t use these words and this way of praying?

There is no disrespect intended.  I mean no offense.  No wilful or deliberate appropriation of culture.   Still I felt burdened by what I’ve read and my friends warning.  More so, the weight of my being a white woman seemed to be holding me culpable for the atrocities of the past and the marginalization that continues today to the Native People in this country.

“Why are you responsible?  Why do you feel guilty for what was done?”, prodded my friend Yara.   I was going have to think about that as I didn’t have an answer.   I feel ashamed to be predominately of European decent.  I feel the urge to make it known that my fourth maternal Great Grandmother was called Mahala (which means woman) by the white man who took her as his wife.  Her name was I’a’cene.  I don’t feel any less white.  I feel confused and depressed.

“What do you know?” asked my fern-friend later when I stopped for council on my walk.  I know I am the very same energy that is the earth’s energy.  The same as the buffalo.  The same as all the nations of beings on this planet.  I am not responsible for the past and I am the blood and bones of my ancestors.  I am the wind.  I am the raven.  I am the stones and the soil.  The waters. There is no separation, no difference between myself and another.  I know these ways fill my heart with gladness, and hope – they resonate wholly.  I am crying.

“Survival of the world depends on our sharing what we have, and working together.  If we do not the whole world will die, first the planet, and next the people.”  ~  Frank Fools Crow

The ways of the Lakota People, the way of indigenous cultures, ancient ways of honoring our Mother Earth and all life – again I cry while trying to find words – theirs, mine.  It is the language of the heart.  I speak out of love.  I speak to invoke the light.  I speak and pray for a day when we can all live without fear, without misunderstanding.  I am crying that we remember we are all one.

I forgive myself for being white.  I forgive myself if I have harmed anyone in anyway due to my own confusions.

What else is a white girl to do?

Aho Mitakuye Oyasin  ~  All My Relations

Birds of a Feather

“It’s not enough to have the feathers. You must dare to fly!”                   ~ Cass van Krah

My life is filled with circles.  I live within circles – the trees, Echo Lake, the communities I serve, the spaces where I pray.  I’ve studied in several circles and I am guided teach to many as well.   This weekend I have been invited to mentor to a circle of women  – Sisters,  Regine della Luna, in the craft and use of feather fans.  Their beautiful and graceful teacher entrusts me with imparting this wisdom knowing that I am guided by my Ancestors, and that they always lead the way.  Our co-creations together have always been a gorgeous blossoming forth.  I am deeply grateful for this opportunity and the gifts the day will bring.

This group of 8 women have been studying together for some time now.  It’s my understanding that they are bonded with deep integrity and respect for one another.  I can hardly wait to meet them.  My drum is talking, he too is eager.  Drumming for a journey to make the introductions is quite often a part of the teachings here at Soul Proprietor.  I am guided to suggest to them that they tell the spirit guide of the medicine “who they are and why they are coming” to this medicine.  And to ask, “what does the medicine of the pheasant want them to know?”.    This is only the beginning, the crafting follows and the relationships begin to solidify.  Sometimes it may take a while to find the footing and comfort in working with a feather fan – learning to receive the wisdom of the pheasant and how to integrate the wisdom into ones life.  And it may well come easily for these women as they have been well prepared by their teacher.

“It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.”
~ Aesop

The feather fans crafted today may be for personal work or possibly for work in the community, both – either way, the medicine of the pheasant makes for a strong transmitter of energy.  the clearing potential and intelligence of the bird will now within the grasp of these women who are claiming their place in the world as healers – of themselves and potentially others.  A relationship will be forged for doing good – the Four Winds, Earth and Sky, and the Mystery to support them with only the highest good as our intention.

Pheasant medicine teaches patience, confidence, enjoyment of variety and new experiences.  Open spaces without boundaries are most suitable for Pheasant – suggesting a desire to roam, literally and metaphorically.  Color.  Vitality.  Sexuality.  Creation.  With Pheasant, it is best to stay grounded yet discover and explore the esoteric and spiritual, to investigate past lives.

“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”    ~Anaïs Nin

The sun is shining on golden leaves, still on the maple trees.  The Douglas fir surround the maples, like arms around the shoulders of friends.  Gray clouds hold them both.  All are mirrored onto Echo Lake – the sun sees to it the reflections are cast long and far.  Many Mallard, Hooded Merganser and American Wigeon are on the water, scattered among the reflected colors.  It’s always a good day at Echo Lake.

In Gratitude  ~  Aho Mitakuye Oyasin

 

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“Since its founding in 1905, Audubon has always stood for birds, and science-based bird conservation has been our mission.  Following that tradition, our science team recently completed a seven-year study of the likely effects of climate change on North American birds populations.  The findings are heartbreaking: Nearly half of the bird species of the United States will be seriously threatened by 2080, and any of those could disappear forever.” ~Audubon

314 is the number of bird species at risk from climate change according to The Audubon Report.  As a committed bird nerd I find this heartbreaking indeed.

I’ve been in love with birds my entire life.  It was the little red-breasted nuthatch that piqued my desire to know birds.  Who was that at my feeder?  The ferocious and growly, stripy faced little bird took my love in a new direction, deepening my relationship to birds.  In 1987 I began my quest to identify half of the birds in my field guide in my lifetime.  This has led to many joy-filled days in my own front yard, weekends at the hawk-watch on Cooper Mountain, vacations all across the country, into Canada, Mexico and Europe.  A Big Year of birding is on my bucket list.  I keep notes in the margins of my original bird identification book, a National Geographic Birds of North America, the first of several types of field guides I’ve purchased and my favorite.  It is derelict and tattered as well as outdated – much has changed when it comes to the identification in the ornithological world.   My notes are sweet reminders of those first moments when I made an identification, beginning my relationship with a new bird species, where I was, the date and if anyone else was with me – A chronology of my 25 years of birding. I haven’t actually counted but I’m certain that at best, I am only to the half-way point of identifying the bird species in my favorite guide-book.  Audubon’s study and the constant threat to the Boreal forests of Canada where more than 300 North American species breed and nest leave me somewhat discouraged – will I be able to see half?

Warming of the climate system is unequivocal, and since the 1950s, many of the observed changes are unprecedented over decades to millennia. The atmosphere and ocean have warmed, the amounts of snow and ice have diminished, sea level has risen, and the concentrations of greenhouse gases have increased.  ~Intergovernmental Panel On Climate Change

The wheels of change are in motion.  Little has actually been done to mitigate the current climate conditions that are continuing virtually unchecked.  While there are many climate change activists world-wide (thank you very much!) there are still those who refuse to budge from a stance of denial that is both divisive and dangerous.

The Environmental Performance Index (EPI) (2010) is a leading ranking of the environmental performance of countries around the world based on 10 policy categories and 25 performance indicators grouped under two key objectives: environmental health and ecosystem vitality.  The 25 indicators and 10 policy categories provide measures of agriculture, air pollution, biodiversity and habitat, climate change, the environmental burden of disease, fisheries, and forestry.  ~Global Sherpa

Iceland, Switzerland, Costa Rica, Sweden, and Norway are ranked the top five counties on the EPI.  The United States ranks 61 out of 155 countries.  Not quite the “greatest country in the world” nor leading the way when it comes to this critical concern.  Policy makers acquiesce to special interests leaving the populations of birds and frankly all life forms on earth at risk.  This includes the human species.

Birds are joyful – color and song.  Birds are medicine – each species offering a unique power.  And birds are a vital part of a well-balanced ecosystem.  Education and sharing my passion are two small ways I can be actively engaged with conservation, there is a roadmap to action.  Elders benefit.  Children develop patience as well as many other life skills by learning to bird watch.  Cornell Lab of Ornithology reminds us in their Citizen Science blog of the importance a healthy habitat.  In a time a severe habitat loss, planting native plant species is vital to the overall health and survival of the bird populations, a simple thing that one person can do for the long-term health of their local ecosystem.  Shirley Doolittle of Tadpole Haven offers a bit of advice to those of us in the Pacific Northwest – plant Cascara, Indian Plum, Ocean Spray, Red Elderberry and ALL of our native conifers, the basis for healthy forest habitat she states.  We plant native plants because they are good for the environment. Native plants heal damaged land, provide food and shelter for creatures large and small, filter runoff and cool streams. Indian Plum is a favorite of mine, usually the first to bloom here in the PNW in late winter – I have both a male and female to assure they fruit each year.   I’ve seen the secretive Swainson’s thrush with a dirty elderberry face on more than one occasion – a very funny sight.  Won’t you please find a native species grower in your locale and plant something for the birds in your garden?

There truly is little an individual can in the grand scheme of this scenario.  Coming together as a community of concerned citizens for our own best interest and for all our brethren seems vital.   Putting pressure on elected officials.  Electing officials who will not bow down to the cronyism of our political system, who will take a stand for the people and Mother Earth.  Talk about the realities.  Attend to the depletion and to the dying as though in hospice.  Being midwives to revitalization and sustainability.  Revel in the glory of birds while we can, sharing their beauty and wisdom with others.  I am keeping my binocular handy, getting outside for a look as often as possible.  Offering what I can in action and prayer.  I am grateful for the birds, grateful for the  joy they are in my life and grateful for those bringing these concerns to the forefront.  Wopila!

“There is hope if people will begin to awaken that spiritual part of themselves, that heartfelt knowledge that we are caretakers of this planet.” ~Brooke Medicine Eagle

                                           ~Aho Mitakuye Oyasin

The 314 species at risk:  Allen’s Hummingbird, American Avocet, American Bittern, American Black Duck, American Dipper, American Golden Plover, American Kestrel, American Oystercatcher, American Pipit, American Redstart, American Three-toed Woodpecker, American White Pelican, American Wigeon, American Woodcock, Ancient Murrelet, Anhinga, Baird’s Sparrow, Bald Eagle, Baltimore Oriole, Band-tailed Pigeon, Bank Swallow, Barn Owl, Barrow’s Goldeneye, Bay-breasted Warbler, Bell’s Vireo, Bendire’s Thrasher, Black & White Warbler, Black-backed Woodpecker, Black-bellied Plover, Black-billed Cuckoo, Black-billed Magpie, Black-capped Vireo, Black-chinned Hummingbird, Black-chinned Sparrow, Black-crested Titmouse, Black-crown Night Heron, Black-headed Grosbeak, Black-legged Kittiwake, Black-throated Blue Warbler, Black-throated Gray Warbler, Black-Throated Green Warbler, Black Guillemot, Black Oystercatcher, Black Rosy-finch, Black Skimmer, Black Swift, Black Tern, Black Vulture, Blackburnian Warbler, Blackpoll Warbler, Blue-winged Teal, Blue-winged Warbler, Boat-tailed Grackle, Bobolink, Bohemian Waxwing, Boreal Chickadee, Boreal Owl, Brant, Brewer’s Blackbird, Brewer’s Sparrow, Broad-winged Hawk, Bronze Cowbird, Brown-capped Rosy Finch, Brown-headed Nuthatch, Brown Creeper, Brown Pelican, Bufflehead, Bullock’s Oriole, Burrowing Owl, California Gull, Calliope Hummingbird, Canada Warbler, Cape May Warbler, Caspian Tern, Cassin’s Auklet, Cassin’s Finch, Cave Swallow, Cerulean Warbler, Chestnut-collared Longspur, Chestnut-sided Warbler, Cinnamon Teal, Clapper Rail, Clark’s Grebe, Clark’s Nutcracker, Clay-colored Sparrow, Common Goldeneye, Common Loon, Common Merganser, Common Poorwill, Common Raven, Common Redpoll, Common Tern, Connecticut Warbler, Cordilleran Flycatcher, Crested Caracara, Double-crested Cormorant, Dovekie, Dunlin, Dusky Flycatcher, Dusky/Sooty Grouse, Eared  Grebe, Eastern Whip-Poor-Will, Emperor Goose, Eurasian Wigeon, Evening Grosbeak, Ferruginous Hawk, Fish Crow, Florida Scrub Jay, Foster’s Tern, Franklin’s Gull, Gadwall, Gila Woodpecker, Gilded Flicker, Glaucous Winged Gull, Glossy Ibis, Golden-Cheeked Warbler, Golden-crowned Kinglet, Golden-fronted Woodpecker, Black-backed Gull, Great Gray Owl, Greater Sage Grouse, Greater Scaup, Greater White-fronted Goose, Greater Yellowlegs, Green-tailed Towhee, Gull-billed Tern, Gyrfalcon, Hairy Woodpecker, Hammond’s Flycatcher, Henslow’s Sparrow, Hepatic Tanager, Hermit Thrush, Hermit Warbler, Herring Gull, Hooded Merganser, Hooded Oriole, Hooded Warbler, Horned Grebe, House Finch, Hutton’s Vireo, Juniper Titmouse, King Eider, King Rail, Kittlitz’s Murrelet, Laughing Gull, Lawrence’s Goldfinch, Le Conte’s Sparrow, Le Conte’s Thrasher, Least Bittern, Least Flycatcher, Least Grebe, Least Tern, Lesser Prairie Chicken, Lesser Scaup, Lesser Yellowlegs, Lewis’s Woodpecker, Little Gull, Long-billed Curlew, Long-billed Thrasher, Long-eared Owl, Louisiana Waterthrush, Magnolia Warbler, Mallard, Mangrove Cuckoo, Marbled Godwit, Marsh Wren, McCown’s Longspur, Merlin, Mexican Jay, Mississippi Kite, Montezuma Quail, Mountain Bluebird, Mountain Chickadee, Mountain Plover, Mountain Quail, Mourning Warbler, Nashville Warbler, Nelson’s/Saltmarsh Sparrow, Northern Fulmar, Northern Gannett, Northern Harrier, Northern Hawk Owl, Northern Pygmy Owl, Northern Saw-Whet Owl, Northern Shoveler, Olive Warbler, Orchard Oriole, Osprey, Ovenbird, Pacific-slope Flycatcher, Pacific Golden Plover, Painted Redstart, Palm Warbler, Parasitic Jaeger, Peregrine Falcon, Philadelphia Warbler, Pigeon Guillemot, Pine Grosbeak, Pine Siskin, Pine Warbler, Pinyon Jay, Piping Plover, Polarine Jaeger, Prairie Falcon, Purple Finch, Purple Sandpiper, Pygmy Nuthatch, Razorbill, Red-breasted Merganser, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Red-breasted Sapsucker, Red-cockaded Woodpecker, Red-faced Warbler, Red-napped Sapsucker, Red-necked Grebe, Red-throated Loon, Red Crossbill, Red Knot, Reddish Egret, Redhead, Rhinoceros Auklet, Ring-billed Gull, Ring-necked Duck, Rock Sandpiper, Roseate Spoonbill, Royal Tern, Ruddy Turnstone, Ruffed Grouse, Rufous-crowned Sparrow, Rufous Hummingbird, Rusty Blackbird, Sage Thrasher, Sagebrush Sparrow, Sandhill Crane, Sandwich Tern, Scarlet Tanager, Seaside Sparrow, Sedge Wren, Semipalmated Plover, Sharp-tailed Grouse, Short-billed Dowicher, Short-eared Owl, Smith’s Longspur, Snowy Owl, Solitary Sandpiper, Spotted Owl, Spotted Sandpiper, Sprague’s Pipit, Stilt Sandpiper, Surfbird, Swainson’s Hawk, Swallow-tailed Kite, Swamp Sparrow, Tennessee Warbler, Thayer’s Gull, Thick-billed Murre, Townsend’s Solitaire, Townsend’s Warbler, Tree Swallow, Tri-colored Blackbird, Tri-colored Heron, Trumpeter Swan, Tundra Swan, Varied Thrush, Vaux’s Swift, Veery, Vesper’s Sparrow, Violet-green Swallow, Virginian’s Warbler Western Bluebird, Western Grebe, Western Gull, Western Screech-Owl, Western Tanager, Western Wood Pewee, Whimbrel, White-breasted Nuthatch, White-crowned Pigeon, White-faced Ibis, White-headed Woodpecker, White-tailed Hawk, White-tailed Kite, White-throated Sparrow, White-throated Swift, White-winged Crossbill, Whooping Crane, Wild Turkey, Willet, Williamson’s Sapsucker, Willow Flycatcher, Wilson’s Phalarope, Wilson’s Plover, Wilson’s Warbler, Wood Duck, Wood Stork, Wood Thrush, Worm-eating Warbler, Yellow-bellied Flycatcher, Yellow-bellied Sapsucker, Yellow-billed Loon, Yellow-billed Magpie, Yellow-headed Blackbird, Yellow-throated Vireo, Yellow-throated Warbler, Yellow Rail, and Zone-tailed Hawk.

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The Medicine of Moose a Moccasin Workshop.

I’ve been drawn to work with moose medicine for some time.  I am  eager to birth a sweat lodge and a community drum of moose hide.  It hasn’t been right timing just yet.  I’ve used a thick tanned  moose hide with an unusual finish as inserts between the inner and outer layer of moccasin sole leather, cushioning the steps very nicely.  I hadn’t worked with moose hide quite like the one that came forward last week for a pair of moccasin.  OMG!  Sumptuous, butter soft, caramel color leather.

* I just got scolded by Steller’s Jay.  I have hides – deer, elk and horse – hanging on the deck railing, it’s such a gorgeous October day. This mornings fog, a cozy blanket, gave way to the sun and now the hides are soaking it up.  I offered ceremonies to honor their spirits.  These hides have given as much as they’ve received already.  Wopila!  Saturday they will be birthed into drums at the Bainbridge Island Bodhi Center.  Today, Steller’s finds them in his way.  Too bad!

Back to the moose, Alces alces.  I watched the moose in this photograph a few years ago while at Rocky Mountain National Park in Colorado .  There were several in a loose group, cows and juvenile, who kept my attention for hours – they were browsing casually through the grasses, willows and aspen twigs, paying no mind to me.  Moose are such massive animals, beautifully muscled, they were quiet and graceful as the moved their hulk with ease within the branches and briars of the meadow. They came so close I felt I must be invisible, holding my breath I backed away as silently as dry grasses and shriveled leaves will allow giving them the space they deserve.  I’ve been fortunate to see moose in Washington, Idaho,  Alaska and Canada also.  Rare sightings that thrilled me.   While the population of moose in Colorado seems to remain stable, their numbers are markedly diminished in across North America yet the species as a whole is still consider of least concern in efforts to conserve their population and habitat.  As the reach of climate change deepens, while mining permits are still being issued and habitat loss continues, the threats are increasing to the wellbeing of the majestic moose.

“Moose are in jeopardy across the U.S. – from New Hampshire, Vermont, and Maine; to Minnesota and Michigan; and even Montana. One of America’s most iconic animals is at risk of becoming just a memory. It’s time to take action on climate change.”  National Wildlife Federation

The fact of this makes working with the medicine of moose an even greater honor.  Rather than getting lost in the conflict that accompanies these disturbing facts, I embrace the opportunity to be present with the needs of this magnificent creature.   What are the tangible and concrete practical measures that must be taken allowing their numbers rebound?  And to keep their environments are healthy and abundant?  What are the prayers that are needed so the needs of moose are met?  What apologies need to be made to the moose nation for the acts of mankind can I make on our behalf?  What other ways can I be involved in the conservation of habitat or protection of the overall ecosystem in which the moose resides in North America?  I remind myself that my vote counts despite what seems a dismal political landscape.

The Athapaskan would pray to Raven to assist in their hunts of the moose.  Thus when the moose appeared, it was a special and sacred gift.    The moose can teach invisibility, shape-shifting, depth perception, acute judgment and ability to negotiate landscapes.  Moose carries a feminine energy from its association to water and great maternal energy.  There is a primal strength with moose.  Their ability to dive into the depths of water reflects the ability of an individual who aligns with moose to go into the depths and draw new life and nourishment from it. When moose comes into your life, the primal contact with the feminine force and void of life is being awakened.  It is an invitation to learn to explore new depths of awareness and sensitivity within yourself and your environs. ~ Paraphrased excerpts from Ted Andrews Animal Speaks

Moose hide moccasin
Moose hide moccasin

Join in and attend a Moccasin Workshop October 18-19. In this workshop you will commune with the spirit of the animal – moose, buffalo and elk are available, each carrying their own powers to support your walk in the world – your everyday and any ceremonial needs you may have.  With every stitch you can call on the wisdom of the four-legged and your ancestors who walk with you.

“Barbara I have to tell you that your moccasins are more than something to wear on my feet. I LOVE wearing them, as they hug my feet, giving a sense of security, tenderness and love. I slow down my steps when wearing them – mindfulness? reverence for a feeling I don’t fully understand? I’ve already had the feeling that I NEED to put them on, and once felt they were on, when they weren’t! Thank you for sharing this medicine. I will continue to try to be mindful every time I wear them. In gratitude.” ~ Marge

Reserve your seat and confirm your hide preference.

Deep gratitude for the moose’s medicine!  Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!