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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels across country in my mobile billboard truck as I attempt to engage in dialogue with people in hopes to wake us up and inspire action to change our country and communities and selves. And it is froth with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society and life we want

Saturday, November 12, 2016

If you had come to Standing Rock...



If you had come to Standing Rock you would have been invited, over the loud speaker, in the cold dark of early morning to join in prayer – not the jesus christ oh god help us or even Yahweh we adore you kind of prayer but the Lakota prayer of honesty and truth, generosity and respect, of love and protection of Mother Earth kind of prayer.

You would have been offered the muted white smoke of cedar to wave onto your body while you listened to the early stories of the eagle, the coyote song, the turtle island.

You would have been called to face the east and greet the morning sun as she chases away the dolphin grey of the almost full moon, claiming her place over the horizon to light and warm another day.

I remember being taught that some very primitive of course first nation people woke up before the sun to chant the sun into the sky, pulling her from behind the edge of the earth. I was told through chuckles that these silly people actually believed that the sun wouldn’t rise if they failed to wake up and chant her along her way.

What a racist, stupid white male view mocking a deeply moving, centering, spiritual way to honor and embrace the sacred newness of the day.

Can you imagine what your mornings would be like if you rose and went outside to greet the morning sun?

When did it become unimportant, unnecessary for us to greet the sun every morning, to acknowledge her warmth and light – to begin our day in the recognition of the immense gift of our sun?

If you were here at Standing Rock, gathering around the sacred fire, forming a large circle of womyn, and a smaller circle of men, to smoke from the peace pipe as you hold hands with the water protectors at your sides, who have come from all over the country to stand against the pipeline and for the water, you would be able to see your breath as the morning air is cold and you would feel the ice seep through your boots as you wait for each sistar to share of the pipe and to be blessed by the elder grandmother.

Then, if you are a womon, you would follow the healers down to the edge of the river for a water ceremony, where you learn that womyn have the most water inside us of all humans, making us the water protectors as well as the creators and givers of life.

And then, you would be ready to go to one of the many kitchens and eat a hot meal, drink coffee or tea, and find out who your neighbor is.

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