Posts Tagged ‘remembering’

Wow. the village I am in is very remote and the internet reception is really limited.  The land is beautiful, and the people here are great to work with.  The children stay outside until it gets dark, play in their little park on the swing set and ride their bikes up and down the main street without worry….


I am grateful for the opportunity to step back in time to my childhood through the children that I observe here.  

I will sleep well knowing that my life has moved forward with meaning and that progress has not stopped me from remembering my childhood play!

How well will you sleep tonight?

Peace, love, light and blessings

“White Eagle”

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As I move forward through my life I recognize that I am getting older, and one of the ways I know that I am getting older is my changing  memory….

  • When I was a child I remembered everything, even those things I did not know that I knew from this lifetime and other lifetimes,
  • As I moved from childhood to being a teenager, memory became something of convenience, only remembering those things that I wished to remember in the moment, usually for my own advantage….
  • As I became an adult I had to remember everything for everyone including myself, my partner, my children, my job, my parents, my pets and and my world.
  • Now that I am becoming an elder, I no longer have to remember anything for anyone other than myself and it is amazing how lists have now become my new way of life.
  • When I pass on from this life to the next, everything that may be said about me will be “In Memory”

What I am learning from all of this is that memory has been a wonderful training ground for living in the moment, and if I need to remember anything beyond this moment today I need to make a list, until I no longer need to have a list as I look down upon all that is.

Peace, love, light and blessings

“White Eagle”

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  • Wanted to call you today to say I love you, but your old number is no longer in service.
  • I tried the operator she said sorry I have no number for you.
  • I tried to go to your house, but you don’t live there anymore.
  • The post office has no forwarding address. I guess heaven is just too far away.

I love you, I miss you. You are in my heart always. Loved ones gone but not forgotten. Merry Christmas to all those in heaven.. put this as your status if there is someone you love who is spending Christmas in heaven and you wish was down here with you ♥ Love you

In memory of Rhys

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An Apache / Jicarilla Legend

Apache Tear Drop is a form of black obsidian. It is a calming translucent stone, found in Arizona and other parts of the U.S. It is composed of feldspar, hornblende, biotite and quartz. It was formed by rhythmic crystallization that produces a separation of light and dark materials into spherical shapes, and is a form of volcanic glass.

There is a haunting legend about the Apache Tear Drop. After the Pinal Apaches had made several raids on a settlement in Arizona, the military regulars and some volunteers trailed the tracks of the stolen cattle and waited for dawn to attack the Apaches.

The Apaches, confident in the safety of their location, were completely surprised and out-numbered in the attack. Nearly 50 of the band of 75 Apaches were killed in the first volley of shots. The rest of the tribe retreated to the cliff’s edge and chose death by leaping over the edge rather than die at the hands of the white men.

For years afterward those who ventured up the treacherous face of Big Pacacho in Arizona found skeletons, or could see the bleached bones wedged in the crevices of the side of the cliff.

The Apache Women and the lovers of those who had died gathered a short distance from the base of the cliff where the sands were white, and for a moon they wept for their dead. They mourned greatly, for they realized that not only had their 75 brave Apache warriors died, but with them had died the great fighting spirit of the Pinal Apaches.

Their sadness was so great, and their burden of sorrow so sincere that the Great Father imbedded into black stones the tears of the Apache Women who mourned their dead. These black obsidian stones, when held to the light, reveal the translucent tear of the Apache.

For may years I have given these stones to people at the completion of a part of their lives.  When you hold the stones up and look through them the lights always shines through! The stones are said to bring good luck to those possessing them. It is said that whoever owns an Apache Tear Drop will never have to cry again, for the Apache Women have shed their tears in place of yours.

The Apache tear drops are also said to balance the emotional nature and protect one from being taken advantage of. It can be carried as an amulet to stimulate success in business endeavors. It is also used to produce clear vision and to increase psychic powers.

Black obsidian is a powerful Meditation stone. The purpose of this gemstone is to bring to light that which is hidden from the conscious mind. It dissolves suppressed negative patterns and purifies them. It can create a somewhat radical behavior change as new positive attitudes replace old, negative, egocentric patterns.

Today is a time of remembering for my dear friend “Red Feather” and her family!

It is the day after the funeral and a time to mourn the loss of her father, and remember all of the wonder that existed within his mental, physical and emotional presence on earth plane and to wish him well on his journey forward to spirit.  Rest easy and love deeply from above!

Peace, love, light and blessings!

“White Eagle”

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I sure do like surprises!

Knowing what will happen today from what I created yesterday, the day before or the day before can be an exciting surprise or they can be a real downer.

Today I like my creations to be positive because I know that when I let go of my creations and they do arrive it certainly can be  a moment for celebration.

Do I remember what I have created?

Sometimes there is a familiar thought or feeling, sometimes I remember nothing and sometimes I do remember it well!  Depends on the moment and the creation!

Peace , love, light and blessings!

“White Eagle”

and HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPEAKS WITH WINGS  enjoy your day of surprises and creations!

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I have no personal recollections of war in this lifetime, but a memory of a long ago time stands clear in my mind.

The memory is of sitting in a creaky old rocking chair by the window of a little log shack in the bush. I have a baby at my breast, three little ones play on the braided rug at my feet. I wait. I wait, in hope that the man I love will soon return.
Some of the men have come home, many of them scarred or crippled, most of them broken by the things they’ve seen, what they have done. Many women have been left alone to survive in this wilderness. Some will return to family in the East, some will stay and fight to keep what they’ve worked so hard to build.
I have skills. As a healer and midwife, I am needed, but can I
survive in this white man’s world without my husband? I know that I can return to my People.

The memory ends there, but the feelings are clear in my mind. Hope, loneliness, desperation and continual waiting. Feelings
that I sure have been shared by every woman from the beginning of
time, who has sat by a window, waiting for her man to return from war.

May the time soon come when this Waiting is over for good.


“Raven Wing”

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Remembrance Day has always been a very significant day for me!  From the time I was a very young child, this special day was a day of honour, grief, joy and silence.
My father was a World War II Veteran and our Remembrance Day would always start with honouring those who have gone before us who are us by observing Two Minutes of Silence while listening to the radio, or once I was in school, it meant observing this in the classroom or gymnasium with a whole group of giggling students.  In my case I always took the observance of Remembrance Day very seriously!
My Father had taught us well.
On this day I would like to share with you the story of my father and what I believe honouring him, and others who have passed is all about for me.
My dad was a very quiet, gentle and peace loving human being.  His father was a Minister, who left the ministry to become a fur trader on an Indian Reserve.  This is where my father was born and was raised until he was 14 years old.  My grandfather had Parkinsons/Polio,  and  his physical needs required a quieter and easier life because walking was difficult for him.  They moved to a small town where he became the postmaster, and my father pulled him back and forth to work in a little  wagon.  That was my fathers job, and he performed this job well.  I always remember the gentleness and caring of my father throughout my entire life, with the exception of Remembrance Days!  This was the day that my father went out with some other War Veterans and usually ended up with him arriving home very drunk and spending the night upset and ill. This day always brought back many memories that he had great difficulty coping with.
From a very young age I learned to question what his life must have been like for him.  He was on the front lines, he was young, newly married, shipped to a foreign country, given a gun, lived in tents, on foreign soil and was expected to shoot other human beings.  This man who pulled his father back and forth to work in a wagon not too many years prior to joining the army, was expected to fight for his country, and kill other people.
This became very clear to me when I was about 8 years old and a German family moved into the house next door to us.  My father was very quietly upset and as he talked  about how difficult this was for him because the man next door was also a war veteran and his greatest concern was that he had possibly shot at him while he was fighting for his country.  Each time they talked, being the sensitive child I was,  I could feel the discomfort radiating from both of them because of where they had been.  My father never lived a day of his life without those memories, although he would never talk about them with us.  He stated “there are just some things you don’t and will never talk about in your life!”  My war experiences are mine, I am not proud of what I had to do,  and I will not share them or talk about them with anyone who wasn‘t there!  He kept this part of his life private and personal until his death.  This is where the story gets very interesting.   My mother and father took a holiday to Eastern Canada many years ago to visit family and my mother had always wanted to visit the war memorial!  They spent a few days visiting , sightseeing and scheduled a time for the visit that my mother had planned for many years.  She believed that this would be a great thing for my father to do now  because my father had retired and he would be able to give thanks to all of those he fought with who did not return home.   He, on the other hand,  believed that it was important to do this for my mothers sake because she too had gone through the war that created separation and she had  birthed and raised a child on her own until he returned.   In reality my father did not want to follow through with the plan to visit the war memorial honouring his fallen comrades. The remembering those years of war was just too painful and too much for him to cope with.   The morning of the visit to the memorial my father got up, had his morning coffee while sitting in his hotel room in Ottawa preparing for the big day at the War Memorial.
As he sat with my Mother talking about his morning, his memories, and his family, my oldest brother who was born while my father was Fighting in the War,who had come to visit them in Ottawa who had just left to go back to the Maritimes, it all ended!
All of a sudden he fell backwards on his chair and immediately died from a massive heart attack!    He made a strong impact on me through his death!
This gentle, peace loving and kind man died instantly, the day he was to visit the War Memorial in the Journey’s End Hotel in Ottawa, Canada.  His actions spoke louder than his words on this day!
His last request was to be buried in his army jacket, so his ashes were wrapped in the jacket and as he was laid to rest the importance of World Peace was indelibly imprinted in my mind!
In memory of all of those who have passed fighting for us all in the name of freedom, even when it is totally against their personal values and beliefs!

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