Lakota with friends beside, want to build Homes worthy of the name, want to build homes that can house the spirit as well as the body. Can you imagine, the impetus for this building surge-emergence. The spirit of Lakota is alive and well, radiant and full of good humor.
Pictured here is our summer on the ancestral land of Leola One Feather. I would like to tell you how she came to be the first one for whom a new dwelling might rise out of the ground.
Two women, one white, one Brazilian, called to Wounded Knee by vision and purpose, had been this day advised to take themselves away from kitchen and digging duties, to honor their moon cycle and bleed by the creek in quiet solitude together. As they sat in perfect restfulness on the banks of the Wounded Knee creek (that, by the way, flows uncannily South to North), storm clouds gathered as dusk descended. They were not perturbed by the heavy weather, glad to sit in stillness as the light faded from the sky.
Then from the darkness along the creek came a figure and found them sitting and sat with them and talked with them, encouraging them and affirming that their undertaking with Lakota was both auspicious and timely. Thus they were invited into Leola One Feather's world and learned that she found them there that evening because she paid attention to a prompting to head out along the creek after dusk.
Building began at Leola One Feather's; dreams of a cob house. Foundation trench was dug and filled with rocks we hauled from nearby slopes. Leola One Feather directed the positioning of the first doorway of her circular home to align with the rising sun on the summer solstice, and to lead directly to the edible garden that would provide sustenance for her 4 generation family. Walls were fashioned, window holes were shaped.
The building at Leola One Feather's in this Season was declared as a New Era at Wounded Knee. The promise of the Summer was the dissolution of the dire prophesy, uttered before the white race ever set foot in Indian country, that one day Lakota would live in square gray boxes, lanquishing in spirit and body. That time is over, even as we still see much evidence of it all around in Lakota country. In one Season, we caught a glimpse of a future that could call us in, the harsh reality of the old prophesy dissolving before our eyes. As we stood in our tight knit circle, Leola led the prayer of thanks. It would take a long time to integrate all that had transpired in the Heart of Indian Country.
Johanna Parry Cougar was the white woman who got the vision; everything from early childhood pictures and dreams, to long-beloved moccasins, to the real flesh-and-blood figures standing finally before her at her own front door in Santa Cruz, California (1500 miles from the homeland).
All of this and more gave her the ability when the moment came, to lay aside everything and go, with her young son and with Lakota back to their People and their Land, Calling now for a healing of epic proportions.
03/13/2010
Who Am I Really....
she's an elf
shape shifter
shadow
of her brilliant self
Rainbow spirit
shooting star
that's how far
she came to
find you
From the deep and wild green places
from dimensions many faces
this world now her spirit graces
to remind you......
CCR McF
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Imagery from
House of Ellwand
magical book -
Faire~ality
All Fools All Jewels All Kindred...
Earthlings...
concerning "April Fool's"
Time is a construct of man
money's the medium and message
Love indeed comes in a "Can"
Say "I can't" and you predict it
Say "I can't" and you concede
Say "I can't" and you surely have tricked it
into playing the game of "great need"
Despair is a leaky drain
energy prices are raised by the vices
of "exhaust" and "deplete" and "no gain"
Royal jesters come forth in the knowledge
that your energy comes from the source
Not 4 Star, Not 5 Star but boundless
Green, clean deep eco of course
Mother's Day wisdom Hallmarked
Profound Fool Day diminished to play
an April Fool's prank for a lark
But heed this true merry-minder
the mark of this day is the mirth
deep bubbling forth
from the south to the north
from your gut to your grin to your girth
the girth is the World Around
the tumbling Fool is the true wisdom tool
of all stardusty offspring earthbound
Do these words have you breathing
and grinning?
Hey presto! You opened the door
You're destined unless you block it
for more and exceedingly MORE
Ample is our birthright
Plenty is our Lot
A~bun~dance is a jolly thing
You have already got
Love like you've never been hurt"
And please embrace the naked man
Who offers you his shirt
All Fools All Jewels All Kindred
All Precious All Received
The World we birth; our own Green Earth
By vision-heart conceived.
April 1st ~ Profound Fool Day,
originally penned 2003
Profound Fools Day will soon be upon us once more. Profound Fools Day; when everything gets tipped on its head. When high becomes low and low becomes high. With social order and etiquette all happily awry, there is high happenstance of magic and miracles. Peep around the corner, step out of the box (jack-in-the-box is not bound at the base after all) and focus your glorious intent.
See you in the forest,
love elf
"in my belly an unscathed girl.."
I had a dream
that in my belly
an unscathed girl slept
I prepare now to protect her...
for one day she will awaken."
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Poem by
Lo Sachiko in
Brothers, Banyans Bones
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Top image from the House of Ellwand Fairie~ality book
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Me & Minnie ~ Oh Joy
I was there to catch her as she emerged. I return to her almost half a year on.
Unspeakable loveliness, unspeakable joy to see her, the culmination of a daughter's love and a deep-rooted handclasping.
First Posted on Apr 3rd, 2007 by 
TimeToShine
April 4, 2010 makes 20 years
Ryan and Corrina are celebrating 20 years this year. Met at Harbin Hot Springs, California, and went together that summer to the Scottish Highlands (Corrina's far-back roots).
Get Ready!: April 5, 2010 ~ Katryna turns 12 years old
Concerning the tumors in Utero
TimeToShine
Concerning the tumors in utero that “100 out of 100 surgeons would say you need removed immediately along with your womb” (when a pickpocket meets a saint he sees only his pockets) ….
Yes my womb is still whole and still with me. My womb/hara is now a wide open space which I have experienced (cycling along on my bike one early morning) filled with sunshine.
The “medieval city under siege” has been liberated, and the inhabitants therein are free to venture hither and yon, without fear for life and limb, over hill and dale, cross wild flower green meadows and ripe fruit orchards,. Can’t you just feel the sunshine and hear the birdsong. Know that it’s real.
That this much life was gone and has been restored.
As always
Love,
Corrina
PS In the end, the shadow is but a passing thing (Tolkien was right)
THE WISDOM PARADOX (darn good read)
THE WISDOM PARADOX:
How Your Mind Can Grow Stronger As Your Brain Grows Older
Elkhonon Goldberg, PH.D.
AN OPEN-MINDED BRAIN - "... the more complex cortical regions, the so-called association cortex, have relatively little pre-wired knowledge. It has, instead, a great capacity to process any kind of information, to deal in an open-ended way with any curve ball the circumstances may throw at the organism.
In a seemingly paradoxical way, the more advanced certain cortical regions are and the more recently they developed in evolution, the less "pre-loaded with software" they are.Instead, their processing power is accomplished increasingly by the ability to forge their own "software" as required by their survival needs in an increasingly complex and unpredictable outside world.
This ability to forge "software" in the form of increasingly complex attractors is in turn accomplished by endowing these new brain regions with an open-ended capacity to deal with complexity of any nature. In contrast to the inborn, pre-wired processors, like the angle-specific neurons of the visual cortex, the pattern recognition of these most advanced regions of the cortex is called "emergent" because it truly emerges in the brain, which is very complex but also very "open-minded."
This leads to a conclusion that is quite profound: the evolution of the brain is dominated by one grand theme, a gradual transition from a "hardwired" to an "open-ended-open- minded" design. As a result, the functional organization of the most advanced heteramodal association cortex does not resemble a quilt consisting of little regions each in charge of its own narrow function. To use the technical parlance of neuroscience, it is not modular. Rather it is highly interactive and distributed.The heteromodal association cortex develops along the continuous distributions, calledgradients, that emerge spontaneously as dictated by brain geometry and neural network economy and not by some preordained, genetically or otherwise, content-specific order. In the association cortex, functionally close aspects of cognition are represented in neuroanatomically close cortical regions.
This congruence between cognitive metric and brain metric is exactly what one would expect as an "emergent property" in a self-organizing brain. I terms this emergent principle of neo-cortical organization the gradiental principle. By contrast, attaining such congruence between cognitive metric and brain metric through genetic programming would have amounted to a tremendous and unnecessary waste of genetic information.
Mercifully, this wasteful approach was rejected by evolution. Instead, evolution carved out in the brain design a space for a tabula-rasa, but one powered by an exquisite neural capacity for processing complexity of any kind and filling itself with any content." Pg 104-105
"This is the first popular book on cognitive gains of aging, rather than cogntive losses. It brings together state-of-the art neuroscience, and the lives, anxieties and hopes of real people, both ordinary and famous, as they age... Contrary to the traditional beliefs, our brain remains plastic and new nerve cells continue to grow well into advanced age."
Ode to the Corpus Callosum & The Wisdom Paradox
whose bridge is the brains overfly
if it weren't for the corpus callosum
we couldn't see eye to eye
and ne'er the twain would meet
but for the corpus callosum
they'd be no two-way street...
CCR McF
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It's a quarter of a century or so since I first was enthralled by the corpus callosum. I think it was in one of Peter Russell's early books, The Brain, that he documented evidence of the corpus callosum growing more effective in its bridging role between the right and left hemispheres of the brain, when an individual clears destructive patterns and behaviors
I was thinking about it again now because I am happily partnered with a man who thinks in spreadsheets while I think in water-whirls (or something) and it's very cool to see that for the most part we have no trouble at all bridging between our very different modes in some delightful auric overlap...
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Peter Russell remains on the leading edge of thought, a vibrant visionary and a great role model for eldership.
Peter Russell and Spirit of Now website http://www.peterussell.com/index2.php
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