To Thine Own Self Be True (a recognition of oneself when starting over)

I am Yeopim Indian and Cherokee proud, and Scottish and English and Irish loud, along with Dutch and Black French and possibly more.  And from them all my genetic disposition lays.  In my hair, in my eyes, in my innate knowledge and intuition, in my sense of adventure and in my search for home do I find glimpses of all those that came before.  All my ancestors, all in me.  But I alone have my spirit.  My true self.  That has been here before. And in mindful analysis and decompression of the physical frame as each day becomes a bit more … Continue reading To Thine Own Self Be True (a recognition of oneself when starting over)

Finding Oneself Among Cottonwoods and Willows (the walk of self discovery)

I found myself among the cottonwoods and willows.  I was probably there all along.  I looked up into the high tree tipped with buds, the sun filtering through thick branches.  I quietly filled my jar with buds and twigs.  A bit of bark.   The breeze brought news of rain as I gathered and listened.  My true essence blooming and enveloped me as I wild crafted the materials to make my pain medicine. My fingers agilely gathered the herbs, a bit of pine, willow bark, cottonwood.  For so long, eight tablespoons of this, two tablespoons of that, a waterproof label.  … Continue reading Finding Oneself Among Cottonwoods and Willows (the walk of self discovery)