Bring the Thunder

1 year ago

Nothing I can say or do can change anything. I have so much to say but deaf ears are listening. I can show you the world but you need to open your eyes. You will continue to walk your path and I will fall behind.

I know nothing, I am only Mother.

Notes: 6291 / 1 year ago from holy-moly

Why does this frighten me so and yet it seems so peaceful

(via holy-moly)

1 year ago

Secrets eat you alive

No matter how well you think you can handle something, it will slowly devour you from the inside out. It can eat at your heart, your head and even your soul. It can make you broken. And no matter how bad you feel, you can come to me with your secret. You are never alone. And you will not be judged.

1 year ago from waterlung

waterlung:

lykke li.

i’m digging it.

It’s about time, I’ve only been listening to her for a year or more

1 year ago

“If you talk with the animals they will talk with you and you will know each other. If you do not talk to them you will not know them, and what you do not know you will fear, What one fears, one destroys.” — Chief Dan George

1 year ago

The Wolf Ceremony

I wanted to give something of my past to my grandson. So I took him into the woods, to a quiet spot. Seated at my feet he listened as I told him of the powers that were given to each creature. He moved not a muscle as I explained how the woods had always provided us with food, homes, comfort, and religion. He was awed when I related to him how the wolf became our guardian, and when I told him that I would sing the sacred wolf song over him, he was overjoyed.

In my song, I appealed to the wolf to come and preside over us while I would perform the wolf ceremony so that the bondage between my grandson and the wolf would be lifelong.

I sang.
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.

I sang.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.

I sang.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed— the link to creation.

I sang.
In my eyes sparkled love.

I sang.
And the song floated on the sun’s rays from tree to tree.

When I had ended, it was if the whole world listened with us to hear the wolf’s reply. We waited a long time but none came.

Again I sang, humbly but as invitingly as I could, until my throat ached and my voice gave out. All of a sudden I realized why no wolves had heard my sacred song. There were none left! My heart filled with tears. I could no longer give my grandson faith in the past, our past.

At last I could whisper to him: ” It is finished!”

“Can I go home now?” He asked, checking his watch to see if he would still be in time to catch his favorite program on TV.

I watched him disappear and wept in silence. All is finished!

Chief Dan George

Born - July 24, 1899

1 year ago