posted by K Carter Steeves
Im with women, we are looking at a piece of rawhide,one of them gave to me
with writing on it.She figured out what it said."Had you not completed the drawing you would not have found your soul mate". The drawing was on another piece of rawhide.an old man on one side and an old woman (me)on the other.In this vision I knew this was me I was wearing the earnings I made of amethyst.
There was a beautiful bowl to hold something in and a ladle to top it up with.
In the bowl were ruby red berries.
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Thursday, December 9, 2010
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Merry Christmas from the Maritimes
May the Peace and Love of all Creation dwell in all the Earth
Christmas Times
posted by K Carter Steeves
Christmas times gone by
The sled hooked to the car
The snow had fallin all night long
Grannie's house was far
We jumped up in the seat and held on tight
Dad and Mom had us all wrapped in Buffalo
The mood was feeling just right
Off we went up the road
The snow oh how it did fly!
Santa could not even catch us
We had not his heavy load
Then we strode into granny's
Hot chocolate was given to all
We could not wait we sat anticipating
For the ride back home and the ball!!!lol
Merry Christmas It was 1965 when we took this Christmas ride to Granny's house one Christmas eve.
Christmas times gone by
The sled hooked to the car
The snow had fallin all night long
Grannie's house was far
We jumped up in the seat and held on tight
Dad and Mom had us all wrapped in Buffalo
The mood was feeling just right
Off we went up the road
The snow oh how it did fly!
Santa could not even catch us
We had not his heavy load
Then we strode into granny's
Hot chocolate was given to all
We could not wait we sat anticipating
For the ride back home and the ball!!!lol
Merry Christmas It was 1965 when we took this Christmas ride to Granny's house one Christmas eve.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
To Breath is to Live
posted by K Carter Steeves
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
A Pipe Carrier myself three children four other women gather in a circle around the fire bowl.e are inside a Sweat Lodge.We smile, we sit in grateful silence, and reverence to all creation.The morning has just broken,the air clear,crisp and its essence fills me with vitality.Crawling into the circle we were laughing at the children's questions this is their first Sweat.We do not talk.The Pipe-Carrier asks the door keeper to wait there is going to be time for a lesson before he brings in the fire rocks.
"GREAT SPIRIT! is air.Her eyes are closed her voice is monotone.She looks deep with in as if her words are coming from another realm."GREAT SPIRIT is air given to earth given to us freely.We commune with Great Spirit with this Pipe.The bowl is woman the stem is man.Male and female is within all things.Sometimes visible sometimes not known.This tobacco is a gift to Mother Earth it is a gift to us given by Great Spirit freely. We talk with Great Spirit as we pray and celebrate the Sweat leaves what is past behind as we smoke the pipe.Here we are one with Mother Earth and Great Spirit.All we have comes from Mother Earth we give thanks here today.As we smoke this pipe we are one in Spirit the smoke is passing this tobacco gift of prayer,so are our lives passing here in Spirit on our earth walk.We are given to this earth freely into this world of illusions then we pass away into the Great Mystery back to Great Spirit with our ancestors.This is all we have been, all we are and all we are becoming.The eight pathways of the medicine wheel.
The smoke is filled with our intentions,our prayers.Intentions is the lightening rod to Great Spirit.If your intentions are poor so are your prayers.Your life will speak for you.
The children were now silent, hanging their ears on her every word.She then asked the doorkeeper to bring in five Grandfather rocks from the fire.He slid the pitchfork out over the earth through the door setting each one in its proper place very gently and closed the door.
We sat in darkness, the Great Mrstery.
Eastern Star Way
posted by K Carter Steeves
After the Sweat Lodge I was ready to join into the dancing and drumming.My friend had sewed me a Grandmother Ribbon Dress.I am honoured in my heart each time I wear it,to respect my ancestors,the four directions and all those who love me.Sometimes it only takes one single event to awaken a truth that was there all the time.For most of us it is a gradual process that unfolds by flashes of understanding,temperance,clues and strength.That is how it has been for me.Here at my first POW WOW I saw and felt an ancient Spiritual Way of Life, not a sermon ,not an order of requirements,not a race for the pulpit,nor a picture of a Jewish sacrifice.This ancient tribal way em brassed me in vitality from Mother Earth and the Sacredness of dimensions in Father Sky.I felt the terror of Grandmother Moons Mercifulness and the energising web of Grandfather Sun.My rebirth set in motion My ability to focus,gentle gathering information to make my own decisions,set my own visions own my feelings and harness the energy of my medicine seeing my efforts go out into the Universe and return to me.The living cycles of life came into being and I began to flourish in ways that made sense to me and made me very passionate about my life and still to this day.
Now I know what all those people were doing in the 70"s going off to India and it was right here in my own back yard.We are healed we are enlightened in Gods time not ours and for the times we live in .
Nameste`
After the Sweat Lodge I was ready to join into the dancing and drumming.My friend had sewed me a Grandmother Ribbon Dress.I am honoured in my heart each time I wear it,to respect my ancestors,the four directions and all those who love me.Sometimes it only takes one single event to awaken a truth that was there all the time.For most of us it is a gradual process that unfolds by flashes of understanding,temperance,clues and strength.That is how it has been for me.Here at my first POW WOW I saw and felt an ancient Spiritual Way of Life, not a sermon ,not an order of requirements,not a race for the pulpit,nor a picture of a Jewish sacrifice.This ancient tribal way em brassed me in vitality from Mother Earth and the Sacredness of dimensions in Father Sky.I felt the terror of Grandmother Moons Mercifulness and the energising web of Grandfather Sun.My rebirth set in motion My ability to focus,gentle gathering information to make my own decisions,set my own visions own my feelings and harness the energy of my medicine seeing my efforts go out into the Universe and return to me.The living cycles of life came into being and I began to flourish in ways that made sense to me and made me very passionate about my life and still to this day.
Now I know what all those people were doing in the 70"s going off to India and it was right here in my own back yard.We are healed we are enlightened in Gods time not ours and for the times we live in .
Nameste`
Stars
posted by K Carter Steeves
Would that I could lay your strength
Like a cloak here surround me
Feel your tender thoughts flow through me
Embrace the light of Oneness
Our hearts speaking to the stillness
Mirrors in a Universe, Creators Grace
Unfurled upon the World
Would that I could lay your strength
Like a cloak here surround me
Feel your tender thoughts flow through me
Embrace the light of Oneness
Our hearts speaking to the stillness
Mirrors in a Universe, Creators Grace
Unfurled upon the World
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
mindfulness
posted by K Carter Steeves
No matter how much it is used a priceless treasure can never deterioriate
No matter how much it is used a priceless treasure can never deterioriate
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Home
posted by K Carter Steeves
Home
Home is where music flows from the four corners of the earth
It is where windows filter sun all day
So the smile on your face can be seen down the hall or across the room
Home is where a loaf of bread is open to the hunger of all who enter
There there is always another pea for the pot for we work to make it so
Here laughter is water to the soul for we know we are home and here we are happy
Home
Home is where music flows from the four corners of the earth
It is where windows filter sun all day
So the smile on your face can be seen down the hall or across the room
Home is where a loaf of bread is open to the hunger of all who enter
There there is always another pea for the pot for we work to make it so
Here laughter is water to the soul for we know we are home and here we are happy
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Faeries in My Heart
posted by K Carter Steeves
You've placed Faeries in my heart
would you could know how much I love
you may be the only one
my time here with you is like the setting sun
facing loves facing past
is it deep enough to last
Tis newly blossomed feeling opens
no promise of self lost here
the seeds were ready to burst forth seems lonely lonely lonely
yet you are oh so near
my heart unwinds
and oh so far away
In every way I pray to say what is real what is true
Spirit sacred bless the time I spend with you
For you have placed Faeries in my heart
You've placed Faeries in my heart
would you could know how much I love
you may be the only one
my time here with you is like the setting sun
facing loves facing past
is it deep enough to last
Tis newly blossomed feeling opens
no promise of self lost here
the seeds were ready to burst forth seems lonely lonely lonely
yet you are oh so near
my heart unwinds
and oh so far away
In every way I pray to say what is real what is true
Spirit sacred bless the time I spend with you
For you have placed Faeries in my heart
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Choclate
posted by K Carter Steeves
Chocolate
Lying await in my cupboard
open cold flat here in my palm
a rich maestro of delight
gentle flowing earthy
filling my senses
far from the dark cold night
chocolate my friend let me love thee
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