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Weaving of the Child’s Lodge
by Blue Sky Bear

Sunday, July 27, 2008
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Daily connection with Mother Earth

 

Weaving of the Child’s Lodge
 
Every Morning the Sun greets me
with her vivid Light,
that wakes up the Colors
around my house.
Seeing Her Brightness
cleanses my thoughts
of refusal to go give
my Energy to others,
who do their work without Passion.
 
When the Sun shines in my face
and warms my naked arms,
I feel Her Healing reaching my Bones.
My Spirit wants to Dance with Her
in Appreciation for her Healing Care.
 
The fragance of Mangotrees
reminds me of the sweet Abundance
of our Mother Nature.
She is our faithfull Mother
that nutures us daily
with all the grasses that grow
like hair on her planet body.
 
Little island Stonebones beneath my feet
massage my footsole,
sending Healing through my nerves
to every part of my Body.
I bless the opportunity
of being able to Connect my Body
with Mother Earth’s Body,
knowing that in Cities
there are no such places to find.
 
Between Mother Earth’s Bones
my eyes meet the Death of a Bee.
Why is she Death?
By age? Strange.
Can it be the Heat?
Many old people die during hot days,
maybe this is the same for Bees.
Or did the strong Wind bring Her of her Way
and let her lost her Connection with her Tribe?
 
At once a strong blowing North East Wind
protects me for being burned by Sun’s Heat.
Plastic cups hop from one to the other side
of the Earth Road I walk on,
Answering my questions.
 
When I arrive at work,
I watch in Silence a beautiful White Cat
with long bushy Hair.
Covering the square baked Earth
She is streches out on her back.
Her behind legs spread,
her forelegs folded on her soft Belly.
Clearly a Female Being,
she enjoyes her Dreaming
behind her tight closed eyes.
A deep Connecting Joy touches my Spirit
and my Heart reckognizes the Goddess.
With a smile I wisper Her a greeting,
followed by a Prayer
for her Twinbrother Wild Cat.
I wonder.
This Sunloving Cat is so totally domistic
as much as the Mountain Cat is Wild.
But in Natural Beauty
both are surprisingly Independent Beings.
 
Near the roots of a bush of Jasmin
I discover again the Death of a Bee.
I think with Appreciation
about the Spirit of the Bee
that enters my Life with their Death
as the great Teachers in Time.
This means for me as a Warrior
to put things at rest
 
Need to take time
to Sit with my Self,
before I become more and more
the Wastebasket of others.
It shockes me to realize
that City Life took me within a stream of actions
that brought me far from my Selfcenter.
How could I allow this to happen?
Why did I not give my Self the command
over my Life?
Have I become a Medicine Bear,
living from left-overs
from Bear Hunting City people?
 
I know,
it is the risk I have taken
in order to Survive.
Thus Survivor lost command
over Waste Basket.
But just for a moment,
within her cosmic space,
because Sundancer has awaken.
 
Velma Sky Bear Solomons
2005
 

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