Monday, November 29, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Flying down that slippery slope from Thanksgiving to Christmas! That hectic, harried time of year!
Nature was just showing us the splendor of autumn, and tomorrow begins the first week of Advent. As we light the purple candle, we think of Hope--hope in the sense of expectation, awaiting the arrival of our hearts' Christ, our spiritual selves.
While we are waiting, we can slow down and allow ourselves to live in the present, a Zen moment of mindfulness.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
The Native American genetic code exists today.
The sound of the flute still reminds us of spring, and the spirit of Kokopelli sings to us.
We then saw the summer moon and the image of the proud, powerful Comanche, Quanah Parker. His mother was a European pioneer who lived among the Native Americans and learned their ways.
There is a hotel in northern California called the Gaia. The rooms are placed in a circle--like Gaia, mother earth--and like a Native American village. The center is green, the color of life, and in it is a firepit to release our prayers and show the way. Each room is named after something in nature: a bird, a mountain, running water.
The turning leaves tell us it is autumn. One of the first Native Americans known to the pioneers was Squanto. He had inherent knowledge about feeding himself and his soul. He believed in showing kindness to others, such as the Pilgrims. Thus, it is to Squanto that we express gratitude this Thanksgiving.
Posted by Margaret Pangert at 8:46 PM