Posts Tagged ‘nature’

A smoke signal is one of the oldest forms of long-distance communication. It’s a form of visual communication that is used over long distances, usually as far as the eye can see. North American Indians had a vast array of understanding using this complex signaling system. Each tribe has its own signaling system and meaning. How it was done, was a signaler started a fire using damp grass which would cause a column of smoke to rise. The smoke location was very important, for instance if it came halfway up the hill, it would signify all was well, but if it was on top of the hill, it would mean immediate danger. You see, I believe that sometimes The Creator talks to us this way.  He is signaling for our attention. But, do we see it? Most of the time we are too busy, or we ask for a sign and look elsewhere. Sometimes we didn’t ask at all, but our focus was in the wrong direction or perhaps our eyes are looking for it to come in a different shape and we miss it all together. Pay close attention to whats around you, you just never know what might be your next Smoke Signal.


Koosah Falls. The word Koosah is a Chinook word meaning “sky”.


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Birds have always been a mainstay in my life, especially the last 5 years or so.  I seem to notice this beautiful exchange when I am in need the most.  It may be coincidental, but even in that I find some meaning. Lately I have had regular visits, from Chickadees, Sparrows, Quail, Ravens, Steller’s Jays, Robins,Vultures, and a mixture of unidentified flyers.  But just like the seasons, my visits seem to ebb and flow from a particular species that want to be that particular seasons constant friend.  I was waiting for my visitors to show up after I put my Hummingbird feeder up, but to no avail they didn’t show.  I was beginning to wonder if perhaps they were not in this area anymore and for what reason that caused them to be absent. The time was growing with no visual, whatsoever. I was just about ready to move the feeder, when something remarkable happened.  I was sitting on my back porch pondering and in deep thought, looking out into the vast wild grass and ponderosa trees beyond the feeder. When suddenly my elusive friend shows his face. He hovered ever so softly above the feeder, flew to the right and back over again then landed and took a drink.  My soul leaped and my spirit awoke.  I knew this meant something.


It is wildly believed that hummingbirds are carriers of ‘this’ world and the ‘other world’. It is also said that it is impossible for this little bird to fly 500 miles in one go, since its tiny body cannot store enough energy for the long journey. Amazingly this bird is unaware of the report and manages to do so nevertheless!! They represent durability, continuity, and endurance, as they are the most prodigious flyers. They can hover, move vertically, or horizontally and even backwards. They can flap their wings faster than any other bird on the planet at a rate of 50-75 times per second. In Brazil, it is known as the ‘passaro beja-flor’, which means ‘flower-kisser sparrow’.

I think the Heavens had a message for me, that when things look impossible, don’t listen to the reports!  Keep on keepin’ on! Keep flying in any direction the wind takes you, in the path that lays before you and calls you by name… go and do the impossible! And then, you just might get a kiss from Heaven.

So every time I see one of these mighty little ones, I lean in a little closer and listen…

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Sometimes in life we need to pull ourselves up by our boot straps, suck it up, and keep truckin.  Life can deal us all sorts of hands and with that there can be an occasional ugly hand in there; but its in these times that we need to keep moving forward, no matter at what pace, just as long as its forward.  I learned something today from a bug.  Yep a little old boxelder bug.  He caught my eye, circling the top of the lamp.  Every few seconds I would see him pass. I couldn’t resist, and so I filmed him.  Completely oblivious to the world around him, he had a one track mind, the light was all he saw. I thought it was a marvelous site, a bug that knew what he wanted and was going to stop at nothing in achieving it.  He needed the light and circling the warmth is what he got.  As long as he had the light he was content.  He circled and circled just by putting his legs in front of the others.  I am sure many have heard the saying “Life isn’t a race, it’s a marathon”  many times before, but for me, this sight especially rang true in that.  Although, I would also like to add, that the marathon would be much better with a little perspective.  Life will always be more enjoyable if we look at it as something that was given, as in a gift, and not deserved. Life is truly what you make of it, it’s totally up to you.  Will you run life as a race, or will you keep on keepin on towards the warmth…. May this Holiday Season bring all of us the perspective of warmth.  Happy Holidays to you all!

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There’s something amazing about trees.  They all have their own individual personalities and character that stand the test of time; throughout centuries, storms and drought. If you look deeper, you will see them. The way they grow, which way they lean, the number of branches, the direction that the moss develops, the foliage around its trunk, and the stretching and swaying of the leaves in the breeze… are all instruments of expressions for the tree.

Many walk by without even thinking twice about it; but just imagine how much history that tree has lived through, seen or soaked up.  I often wonder what secrets it possesses in its shadows.  What mysteries could it unveil and tell? I see them as ancient beings that can offer much more than the clean air we can breathe.  It’s a partnership, a little give and take. For the continued survival of us both, we must not get greedy.

It’s interesting to note that every different species offers a fresh lesson; a different metaphor of a different voice ranging from the sapling to the old growth. Consider the lessons in strength and community demonstrated by the Redwoods, or the extending hand of the baobabs of Africa and India that offer food in their heavy white flowers, or the deep lesson given by the manicured bonsai trees that bring contemplation for the viewer which also displays the ingenuity of the grower.

You see, we must invent, learn and wonder far beyond the barrier that hold us captive. Lets bust far past the concrete walls that stands between us and a new discovery.  Next time you walk past that tree that offers some shade, listen to what it has to say. It just might surprise you…


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“The birth of Inception”

Kuge was a timid boy, not yet the age of fourteen. Had dark olive skin, dark round eyes and was a little skinny for his frame. He always wore buckskin leggings with fringe, a breechcloth, and beaded moccasins. A long dark cotton sleeve shirt that had three buttons sat behind a beaded necklace with a medicine pouch of sage that hung down to the middle of this chest. His long black hair dancing in the wind with a brightly blue feather and a red piece of clothe wrapped around his forehead. His face radiated a brazen glare, while offering the innocent life of his youth.

His lengthy body sat down by the river under the shade of an old tree that planted half its size out of the bank. Sitting down, he set his moccasins aside and put his undersized feet in the water. The cold temperature shocked his skin but then strangely made him feel good. He lay back on the grass as it comforted him. Before long, he began to drift off…

The next thing he remembered was, visions streaming through the branches of the oak tree. The yellow summer sun trickled through the cracks of the new foliage growth offering life wherever it touched. It breathes, it moves, its alive. He pauses to see if this essence has a name, or would establish itself but it doesn’t speak. The leaves rustled as the southern wind blew in the gentle breeze, while the branches dance releasing the golden summer rays. His skin rose as the light seeped into his soul. “Breath” it said. Kuge startled as he opened his eyes, straining to scan where the voice was coming from, but couldn’t find the source. “Soak it in” The voice said again. He sat up and looked around a second time, a little bit more anxious than before, but still not finding it. Then as he gave up looking, and started to shift his weight back down, he felt a touch on his shoulder that shook him to his inner core.

He didn’t want to look to see what touched him, so he froze; but as curiosity got the best of him, he had to see what it was. He gasped as he realized it was a branch of the oak. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but to his surprise it was still there. He lifted his right hand towards the end of the sapling and laid his hand on the part touching his shoulder. Immediately when they converged, the sapling spoke.

“Elon” the tree said in a deep-seated tone. “My name is Elon.” 

He just stared at the tree. Not knowing where to look, or where the point of the voice was coming from. However, Kuge peculiarly had the sense that it knew more of him than he cared for it to know. As he stood up he asked,

 “What do you want from me?” Kuge asked with an unsettling feeling and a little quiver.

  Elon said in a cool calm voice, and peculiarly eerie, “You. I am here for you.”

  “What do you mean here for me?” Asked Kuge.

“I am here because of you. I am alive because of you. I grew because of you.”

Kuge’s mind started to race, and his heart started to pound faster.

What do you mean because of me?” He asked again.

Deflecting Kuge’s question, Elon shot back. “I want to invite you to stand on the rock.”

  “Wait a second, who sent you and what do you want? And what is this rock you talk about?”

    Elon spoke louder “I was never sent, I just was… and if you want to learn; some things can’t be answered, nor have a ready reply. If you wish to continue, it is your choice. But only you have the power to decide.”

Kuge shuffled his posture, stepped back, and waited a few seconds. His mind scurried in all different directions analyzing the magnitude of Elon’s proposal.

    After a few more tense seconds, Kuge added, “Well OK, fine….but where is this rock and if I get there, how will I know I am there and what do I do?”

  “ Breathe my son, if you accept this journey you need to relax, nothing comes in a hurry. You must let your mind be at ease. ­­The rock overlooks the valley, on the high place known as Da’abi.” As Elon points to the North and says ” Where the cleansing winds come from. When you get there, you will know.”

Kuge’s heart leaped at the idea of an adventure yet was scared of the unknown. Elon reached out his branch and nudged Kuge in the right direction. When the last leaf began to fall off Kuge shoulder, a chill ran down his spine.

Kuge stood there a moment longer, let out a sheepish sigh, turned one last time to Elon and gave a unsure half smile. He knew he could do it and he knew that he had it in him, but what he didn’t know, was what scared him.

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What if the sky reflected our souls?  What would your horizon look like? Would it be soiled and tethered? Would it be full of color and light?  Would the clouds move fast  or stay still? Would the clouds boil like water in a pot, or would they just be painted lightly against the sky? Would your compass be reflected right, or would the darkness cover the night? Sometimes I sit and wonder what the sky of my soul looks like.  When I see a storm, and rainbow, and funny cloud, sunset, or just the sky in it’s ordinary skin, I wonder if its reflecting the same thing in my soul.  I wonder if what my eyes are projecting back at me is really the same thing others see. What if the sky was like a projection of our inner self and it was relaying it back to us.  If some how we could partner with nature like it was intended and have that ultimate unity in the vision of creation then maybe we could literally paint the sky.

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