Sun is climbing high and my back starts to warm up through
my old Levi jacket. I sit in this place of sacred vision with
my prayer ties all around me. Each small bundle of red cloth
filled with tobacco and a prayer for the guidance I seek.
My mind empty and my heart free of pain and loss; I open the
door to the spirit word and ask for entrance.
Creator grant me wisdom I pray help me to find my path and
my purpose at this time of my life. I sit quietly and listen
to the bird calls, winds blow through the trees, and the grasshoppers
sing in the tall grasses. White clouds drift off into a deep
aqua sky on their way to places where other eyes will behold
the wonder of them.
My life a square of prayer ties all else separated and yet
connected to all things. A small dandelion grows at the edge
of the space; the fading life in transformation reminds me
of my own age and years passed. I seek a future when half
of my life has passed already do I dare ask for more?
My third day passes and the next day arrives finding the
once bright dandelion flower changed to a white ball of fluffy
seeds. I watch this process and remember the baby owl and
how it resembles this fluffy seed head. I lay down on the
sun warmed grass, and place my face close to the downy seeds.
With a gentle puff of air I gift my breath to the tiny seeds,
just as Creator has given the breath of life to all things.
seeds take wing and fly into the air drifting on the wind
that carries our voices to Creator. With light and airy beauty
from earth bound to sky, they fly free of all things as a
spirit is free of earth when released.
I watch as the tiny seeds created in such delicate beauty
drift away. Where will they come to earth again and find shelter?
Who will once again watch them on some distant land grow and
come to life? All this is the infinite wisdom of Creator and
all we need t know it that life continues on and one into
the infinity. We have only to live our lives and trust in
the Great Mystery for guidance.
Is my life like too drift for a while not needing the security
of the earth to grow but once again find roots and shelter
in a strange place? I will for the time drift and wait for
the wisdom of Creator who forms all things and is the Great
Mystery of all that exists.
I leave my life once again in the trusting hands of the ones
who guide me with love and understanding.
Help me to accept my life and continue to do the work for
the good of all. My body a hollow bone without weight floats
in the air free of all earthly needs. I thank you Creator
for your gift of life you have given me, may I always live
it in a good way and walk in harmony with the Earth Mother.
Mitakuye Oyasin. Waynonaha
Dreams and Wishes
Oh what a waste are the years we women have spent not being
allowed to ask for even a simple wish or dream. The song the
(Every Day Housewife) come slipping in as I write this. “The
every day house wife who gave up the good life for me.”
Why should we have to give up our dreams and wishes, we are
entitled to these and our birth rights of passage on this
some times feel Mother Earth cry from loneliness, she morns
for all the woman who never shared their dreams and wishes.
I feel her reaching out to hold me in her arms and says to
me, “dare to dream my daughter of the red earth, dare
I will speak of my dreams because they are not just for me
they are for all women who dare to dream and have a wish for
life that they would care to share.
I see this dream of the center so clear now, The Tree of
Life is in the process of incorporation and will soon be a
not for profit organization. This is my life dream of having
a place for women to come for healing and to learn the healing
I believe out there some place, there is some one who can
actually help make this happen.
I will take you for a walk through the center. It consists
of an old farm house set in the Amish country side near here
with a few acres of Land nothing fancy. The place is now clear
it is Cherry Creek not only for the fact that I love cherries
but it was also a place that UFO’s were seen several
times. I think if the UFO’s were there then this is
affirmation for me that the land is good.
I have taken you to a place of peace and gently rolling hills
where people live close to the earth and respect all nature.
The farm house is just that an old farm house with a huge
kitchen for baking wonderful bread and making jams and jellies
of all sorts from the surrounding country side.
This will be the trade mark of the center the bread and produce
from the farm will support and maintain the functional needs.
We have some large open rooms with sun shining in for guests
to rest and find peace in their minds and hearts. Each room
dedicated to a famous woman who has walked this path before
us and made a difference. Helen Keller, and others of her
era plus some wonderful women such as Florence Nightingale,
we may even have to add the Susun Weed room soon and fill
it with her books and work. These rooms will hold the works
and life dreams of the women who dared to make a difference
is one large room with book lined walls and soft deep chairs
to curl up in. The sun room hosts tea every afternoon at four
complete with scones, and cream. There is pleasant conversation
of the intelligent kind, talks of herbals dreams and ideas,
mostly just life in general. Discussion of books and ideas
flow and catch flight around the old room and fill it with
love and light. There are readings and music played after
we have supper at the long table in the dinning room. Each
woman is invited to read or recite that which she finds soul
inspiring in her life. On some evenings we may even drum and
dance or sing our favorite songs.
Only long flowing cloths are worn here we encourage freedom
in all ways so jeans and informal attire are welcome. We adorn
our bodies with flowers and trinkets from the old trunks bulging
with yesterday’s treasures. Plays are written and performed
for the other guests on any given occasion.
The large barn hosts many treasures of the animal kind. Goats,
chickens, rabbits, and other wild life find a resting place
in the deep dark space.
A pond with a bench to sit on and contemplate the beauty
of all things, sits in a small gully behind the house. Bass
and other fish, surface to take our offering of food. Geese
paddle around the pond trailed by the latest hatch. Old turtles
sun on the banks and many small no legged ones peek out of
The garden abounds with wonderful fruit and vegetables, that
are bordered with herbs and sweet sage. Roses of all kinds
full the English country garden with sweet smelling heavenly
scents. The array of herbals and edible flowers find there
way into the old farm kitchen and hanging room to grace the
meals. If you wish you can dig your feet into the warm rich
earth and tend these plants and flowers.
Small hand made seats from twisted vines are refuges for
the weary at heart to sit and read or just relax from the
every day cares they have left behind.
classes will be offered on all things including putting your
hands into bread dough and creating the staff of life for
the table. Flower arranging and art will be offered crafts
of all kinds will be done. We will even make our own fancy
dresses or create a quilt there is not end to the things we
can do. Bring the visions and weave then into being.
In the fall we will harvest our bounty and fill the pantry
behind the old wood stove with bright and colorful jars of
food and jams. For those who never had a Grandmother then
this is the place to come and learn.
Corn Credit is honored here your loving hands and work for
your stay and classes are welcome. Each woman can earn her
corn credits in many ways as a contributor or as hands on
worker. All contributors will have a place in the register
as a life time member.
The abundance of life and love is worked and woven into every
fiber of the center. All pain and anger will be left outside
the gate in a burden basket. Women on moon time will be honored
for there moon and will rest during their giving time.
Who ever is of like mind can simply add to this dream and
become a creator of life.
Blessings of the free spirit. Waynonaha
For all of you husbands and sons of great women remember
to honor the women in your life and encourage them to fulfill
their lives no matter what the age may be. As they are fulfilled
then you will be fulfilled, and your children will be blessed
with love and abundance forever.
Copyright © Waynonaha Two Worlds 2004 All Rights Reserved.
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