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Elder’s Meditation of the Day 10-5-2020

Published October 5, 2020 by tindertender

“The dances are prayers.”
–Pop Chalee, TAOS PUEBLO

When we dance to the drum we pray to the Creator and attract the heartbeat of the earth. We never dance without reason; every dance has a purpose. We dance for rain; we dance for healing; we dance for seasons; we dance for joy; we dance for our children; we dance for the people; we dance for courage. The drum plays to the beat of the heart, to the beat of the Earth. The drum connects us to the Earth while we dance our prayers.

Oh, Great One, let my dance and prayer be heard by You.

Copied with the permission of Don L. Coyhis, from the book Meditations with Native American Elders: The Four Seasons

If anyone would like to purchase the book is can be found at:
Coyhis Publishing at: http://www.coyhispublishing.com/…/meditations-with… Or Amazon at: http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1605304514/ref

One Envelope

Published September 29, 2020 by tindertender

Kurt Vonnegut tells his wife he’s going out to buy an envelope:

“Oh, she says, well, you’re not a poor man. You know, why don’t you go online and buy a hundred envelopes and put them in the closet? And so I pretend not to hear her. And go out to get an envelope because I’m going to have a hell of a good time in the process of buying one envelope.

I meet a lot of people. And see some great looking babies. And a fire engine goes by. And I give them the thumbs up. And I’ll ask a woman what kind of dog that is. And, and I don’t know. The moral of the story is – we’re here on Earth to fart around.

And, of course, the computers will do us out of that. And what the computer people don’t realize, or they don’t care, is we’re dancing animals. You know, we love to move around. And it’s like we’re not supposed to dance at all anymore.”

Let’s all get up and move around a bit right now… or at least dance.

Paranoia … It’ll Destroy Ya

Published July 13, 2020 by tindertender

I had mentioned to an acquaintance that there seems to be less paranoia in smaller towns than in the city, which is why I travel for music and dance these days.

He stated he feels there is less intelligence in a small town, rather than less paranoia.

I told him that a difference of opinion is great.

He said, “Not when it comes to science.”

Okay, Fauci lover.

Eat the lies.

Lock yourself in your house.

I’ll continue to dance, and will do so until I die.

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@morgpetphoto

While many cower in their homes in fear (or, as they put it, common sense) I will assist the others in keeping freedom alive.

Melodial Fabric

Published June 8, 2020 by tindertender

Tear rendered in fabric. A slow down in thought remains hidden, distorting the ‘story’, or could it be a ‘song’?

Take a sip, wash it down, pass it out … don’t hold too tightly. Absorb what is needed, shed the remainder.

Rushing, they leave before me.

You have sung to me … no one else heard.

A wanting notion cannot do it alone.

Will you let Love in?

Will you move when the voice inside you calls?

Dance … dance your beauty into life.

Bottles of roses frozen in time.

Deliberately forgotten and pushed aside.

Does the song end

Or has it just begun?

Photo: https://unsplash.com/@davidhofmann

Dancing a Prayer

Published March 22, 2020 by tindertender

Shared by: Nagi Whiteowl

The jingle dress came and was shared to indigenous communities through teachings and passing of one mans vision.

When a little girl fell terribly sick, he had this vision of a dress. A dress was to be made with jingles on it, so that everytime the woman who was wearing it moved in it or danced these jingles would make noise. Old tobacco lids from the snuff cans were used as the original jingles on jingle dresses when the dress first came to the people.

Once the dress was complete the woman learned of just how they were to use it, the steps that needed to be with this dress, and when and how to dance with the dress.

They placed the young girl in the middle of the arbor and they began to dance. When they danced, the prayers and the sound of the jingles healed her, by the end of the night she was well and it’s said she even joined them.

To this day that’s still practiced even at powwows, if someone is ill or suffering from an illness, they’ll place them in the arena and call in the jingle dress dancers to dance around them. It’s really a sight to see and an experience because when you dance jingle, you really are dancing for the people.

Across the nation jingle dancers are calling on each other to use that dress once again for healing, for healing of others who may be sick, or lost, or mentally struggling with everything that’s been going on. It’s a beautiful thing to see that all the teachings that have been there for us as native people are being resurfaced again and used for what they were given to us for, it’s not about stepping into arena and competing it’s ALL about the prayer.

Most powwow dances started off in a form of a traditional healing dance and down the road, yes it still has that meaning and prayers behind it but it also has became more contemporary. But today I joined in on that call of dancers thanks to Liz Salway.

Jingle dancers will be dancing at different times throughout the days to come and it’s so beautiful to know that, we will hold eachother up always. Ahéhee ❤️✨

Dance by: https://twitter.com/chelseymooner/status/1241064351991312385?s=21

Start Dancing!

Published March 16, 2020 by tindertender

If you just start dancing, I can assure you, by the powers vested in me (more than you could ever imagine), the music will be added. As will the partners, the giant disco ball, and whatever else you like.

But I must warn you, “start” is not to be confused with “start and then stop to see if anything happens.” Nope, that’s “I’m scared, tired, and not sure what I really want.”

I mean “start” as in “never stop, never look back, because even if I make a ‘mistake,’ at least I still get to dance.”

Do your thing and I’ll do mine.

~ The Universe

https://www.tut.com/

Morning Movements

Published December 13, 2019 by tindertender

In my reflection I saw a beautiful cactus flower growing out the top of my head. There were thorns galore all around it and its petals were a delightful orchid color. (Stay off my crown y’all).

The Night and Twilight were the first lovers, ever.

I am the sea. Obviously there will be shifts in the levels of my depth.

Stop, look, listen to your heart.

To see the Polar “ends” of a thing is an exercise. Seeing it, balancing it, noticing that ALL things have polarity.

The gap seems to be lessening.

The thing that annoys me most is men (and women) who’s goal is to make people either part of the Offensive or Defensive position. I am perturbed even more when it works for a time.

Thank Creator and Father Time for the opportunity to absorb these lessens. To Be Here …

Merging of tones, creating harmony that soothes the mind.

Have you ever thought, “I must be the most complicated person in the world.” Imagine this thought in the minds of ALL you meet.

You are not alone.

Most of us have no way of seeing the emotional and energetic scars of others. The closest we can come is inwardly touching our own, remembering them, and then entertaining the possibility that these same scars may reside inside of others, to a greater or lesser degree.

If we consider our own suffering to be as anothers we might be more inclined to be gentle. Emotional wounds baffle the mind and blind the heart. It can inhibit the capacity to function normally … like drinking and driving … or drinking and some other not so smart thing.

It (the wound) needs to be brought forward into the light, so it can be reconciled, healed, and a new way birthed.

I see hopes and dreams … those that have been, and those yet to be. I see joy and peace. I see comfort and ease. I see that which I am grateful for, the wonders of being, and I surround myself with thought provoking potentials.

I turn off the floor lamp, and i light the morning candles. I stretch, I bend, my body warms. I look around, and am thankful for this day.

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