Vision Quest
                   The 
                    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.
The 
                    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. 
                  
                   The 
                    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.
The 
                    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 
                    Earth Mother. 
                   I 
                    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 
                    to dream.”
I 
                    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 
                    to dream.” 
                  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 
                    ways. 
                  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 
                    in life.
                   There 
                    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.
There 
                    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 grasses. 
                  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. 
                   The 
                    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.
The 
                    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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