Fiercely Ascending The lone hunter, “Fiercely Ascending”, walked many paths. His footsteps, like the deer’s, were steady and silent as he traveled the four directions.
The Cougar I run through the grass and journey in high canyons. Silently I move. On the distant ridge, I glimpse the mighty cat.
The Next Cycle We walked the paths where they had walked before us. The stones were carved and worn, and the quiet reminded us of their passing. Our presence is the next cycle in the memory of this path.
The Blessing Way Sing the songs of the Blessing Way. Balance night and day! Bring the children one by one. Softly now, I sing the song. Rich in harmony! Such is the Blessing Way.
The Kokopelli “I have gifts of the earth”, said he, “brought by the rain.’ “So sit in my lap, sweet one. Hear laughter of children and the splash of the rain, and watch the corn sprout from the earth.”
Grandmother’s Story I hear laughter when you talk of old coyote cooking his corn before it was planted.…I hear the laughter of children. Grandmother, may I join you?
The Heron Great Blue Heron, I know your secret. You know the river and so do I. We watch the water. When we hear the sound of splashing, we know the fish are there.
Life's Tree
Bless me with your gentle rain.
Hold me in your branches.
Blossoms filled with scent,
Promises of sharing.
Newspaper Rock
Grandfather, tell me the stories of the ancient ones. Tell me the stories of those who came before us. Leave me the images etched on the rocks, and I shall tell my son.
Life’s Harmony Repeating the verses of their fathers, they raise the rhythm of the chant. Whirling bodies move in unison, tracing circles in the dust -- creating harmony in life.
Song of Friendship
I promise nothing but understanding. I give nothing but my hear. Speak to me and I shall listen. Sing to me and I will join you. You shall have your drum, and we shall sing together.
Canyon Light Sunlight streams through the canyon, marking
lines left by the ages.Each day a new beginning. With the
celebration of light, the world forgets its aging sand.
Songs of Yesterday Our songs drift across the prairie grass into yesterday. Tomorrow we will sing new songs in celebration of today.
Touching Hands
Hands so gentle,
wipe away my tears.
Fingers strong,
tracing children’s smiles.
The Sing You are not alone. Listen, and hear the footsteps in the rain.! Your brothers and sisters are coming to share their stories and sing your mother’s song
The Beginning In the beginning, when there were no people, lizards -- short, fat, long -- were laughing in the sand.
Life’s Tapestry My life is a woven tapestry; the weft is filled with stories: a stormy night, a celebration of the land. With gratitude, I sing a praise and weave another strand.
Return to Picture
The Ones who Passed I saw them pass, leaving trails in the tall grass. Their footprints disappear with the passing seasons. A faint song still remains; soon there will be only silence.
Friendship Where I choose to wander, what I choose to do, makes no difference to my friend, she wants to do that too.
Desert Voices Breezes tickle and tease the prairie grass. White clouds drift slowly by. Soft voices whisper from giant rocks, hidden in a forest of fallen trees. I recapture the long days of childhood, and I dream of days gone by.
The Next Cycle
We walked the paths where they had walked before us. The stones were carved and worn, and the quiet reminded us of their passing. Our presence is the next cycle in the memory of this path.
My Brother’s Story
My brother tells the story of the timehe came home hiding his face with a goat over his head.
He makes us laugh and dance. We strut around the fire
pretending we too have goats on our heads.
The Beginning In the beginning, when there were no people, lizards -- short, fat, long -- were laughing in the sand.
Earth’s Rainbow
Warm brown cliffs, touched with red, wrap my senses with comfort. Soft green grass nourishes my sheep. Father Sky, dotted with clouds, wrap me in your blanket. I thank you great Earth Mother for my home.
Mother’s Story You are not alone! Listen and hear the footsteps in the rain. It is your mother and sisters coming to share your songs, and tell your mother’s story.
Kokopelli’s Night Story
I think I heard the laughter of Kokopelli in the night. And when I listened closely, I heard the distant sound of flutes. Perhaps it was a whisper as the wind passed through the trees. But still…I think I heard the laughter.
The Good Around Us My fingers touch the pollen, rich with promise. New leaves reach up to the sun’s warmth; the days are long. I hear my children laugh. So simple is the good around us.
The Beginning In the beginning, when there were no people, lizards -- short, fat, long -- were laughing in the sand.
The Storyteller My Uncle knows the story, ”When monsters roamed the world.” He laughs and then retells it, hands waving in the air. When the tale ends, we beg to hear it once again.