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Teachers Walk The Hardest Roads


Today is Wednesday, September 11, 2013.

Today this will be my Hope….

rainbow for me this week


This is the Story of how and when got my first #HopeOn ; known under another name back then, around Oct/Nov 1988. My 12 step Recovery sponsor was AT me. (Meaning she was fussing daily) about praying….. and I was too Rage~filled at the God that I thought I understood; or so I thought at the time; and this was a day like I had last week….and like last week; this God I refused to pray to due to my own anger at my lot as it seemed in life… I refused to pray…why bother? So I got up one morning with it pouring; like it can only pour on the coast of North Carolina……. buckets and buckets; then the cats and dogs come!

{Laughing out loud… this is my story I can laugh if I wanna!}

I had mid-terms or maybe it was finals and I was taking computer sciences at Carteret Community College. So to be honest; I woke up frantic to start with and still had four small kids to dress as a newly single mom. Then get them to school and daycare, before I got myself to College for this test. I was living in a house at the time I could not pay rent on (thank you Dana O., wherever you may be!) nor my electric bill. Like all the rest of my bills that had not been paid since I had not worked since April 1987, as a civilian mess manager for MCAS Cherry Point with a bit of rank for a woman in my late 20’s…another story another day…

Yet, somehow my electric was still on and someone else was loaning me the use of an old car that had been sitting in their driveway. But still, I woke up Angry at the Whole dang WORLD; if you want me to be really honest.

Dang it, it was pouring out!

I did not feel like even getting out of bed but by then I was so used to pushing myself till I dropped…it like many other things, it had just become habit. Kind of like my Anger!

So I get 4 small children in the car that is borrowed, leaving a house I am not and have not been able to pay rent for and drive two children to the lil elementary school Newport, NC and the two younger ones to daycare so that I can go take this exam.

Dang can it possibly pour ANY HARDER?!?!?

I drop off first two children then head into Morehead City, NC. About 1 mile from the daycare and about 2 miles from the college and…


*BAM* *THUMP and *THUMP and yes *THUMP again. Crap. I JUST GOT A FLAT TIRE!

NOW if you think I was not already pissed…..and it is POURIN’ N POURIN’ and I got a flat and now, no way that I can make it in time for my test!  To top my morning off, I now have to get out in this down pour and change this flat because I can’t call no one…heck I could even afford a phone back then and there was no lifeline for help with phone. Borderline pre~dating cell phones in the box even; in 1988/89.  You know, back when there was telephone booths still! I wasn’t working and the dad wasn’t paying child support either!

I was mad, I tell you, at the whole dang world….

And now I am soaked and of course, my luck being; MY Luck….

I could not even get this tire off and it is still pouring! That’s about when Cliff rode by and did a U turn to came back and took me and 2 kids to the daycare. Then proceeded to drive both of us off to the college since we both had exams that day.

Was I grateful someone stopped and did that? I am ashamed to tell you No, I wasn’t ….(Cliff, Wa’do for your patience back then)

I run thru the rain only thinking of myself, I left poor Cliff locking up his truck in the rain…I ran to the college elevators to get upstairs to my exam room. I ran down the hall…and that was back when I could still run, barely.

I reach for the doorknob and Double Dog Dang It the dang handle is Locked. So It is now 9:05am and I was just locked out of an exam that I needed to take to continue getting my FASFA aid to educate myself to try to better Our lives.

Now I am beyond angry, I am in high gear and teetering RAGE!

I have no clue how I am even going to get home from the college….let alone pick 4 kids from two different locations and still had a flat tire to deal with on someone else’s car loaned to me but could I find a mustard seed of gratitude or even pray….NOPE; this bull had dug her heals in!

It’s now 10 am and here comes Cliff to the student lounge with two cups of coffee and offering me a ride and help with all of those issues. Proceeded to tell me I would have to wait till he took one more exam but then he was free to help. I was still too busy wasting my energy being angry, I couldn’t even thank him for offering. But I did wait and Cliff drove me home after we could not get the tire off, he pulled the car into the AutoZone parking lot and went in and spoke to the manager for me while I sat in his truck…

Just being Angry and Dang it is still pouring and I am still in soaked clothes and now it is around noonish.

We head back towards where I lived in Newport.

I never did thank Cliff that day. I ran from his truck to my door…and now I am so mad that I am crying; which of course only makes me burn deeper with that anger that is now being directed inward at myself.

And dang it it is still POURIN’!

I slam the steel security door with just a peep hole in it. I lean back against that door after I had slammed it shut!!!!! Very loud and angrily I proceeded to yell at the God, I thought I understood and at that time still believed had damned me to this thing call Life and I called Hell. I won’t go into what I said exactly cuz I am fairly certain if you are still reading this…you get the drift. But the jist of it was, “God if you are there, then I Need a little Sunshine; Someplace in my life…Anyplace.” Oh yes, I was even being sarcastic…ask some of my cousins, I used to have a knife for a tongue.

Hark! What is that noise I hear while I am leaning on the door yelling at God? Why it is the mailman! Can you imagine what I must have been thinking? Well, I can tell you it was close to something like, “YA, thanks God; more bad news and more bills I can’t pay!” And all my 12 step sponsor will say is, ‘until I am willing to at least try and pray…this is how things in my life will stay!’ Now THAT was an even more unpleasant thought! But I figured; in that moment; “May as well go get the mail while I am still soaking WET and before my hot bath.” I opened the door.


What I found shocked and amazed me so much that to this very day it brings me to a place of humility that I STILL cry, today. {actually, I need to go take a cry break; out in my garage, so the rainbow above is from last humpday, (Septemeber 11, 2013) which I got to witness last Wednesday, outside my garage door}  be right back to finish this story…..




At opening the door…. (September 14, 2013) with my Cry On still occurring in real time I found this :}   













  I open the door….back that day in 1988, I thought to myself, “Well, let’s get the rest of the bad news over with. OH MY GOD; is this day ever gonna end? It is not even 1 pm yet! Dang!”

Wiping the tears from my eyes I slowly open my steel door….forget wiping tears! That is gonna be a no go now! Before my very eyes….there is a 3 to 4 foot wide pathway!


There is this small pathway from my front door to my mailbox across the street! You know; the door that I was just leaning on, on the other side of it; ranting at?  What I thought I believed about God and my relationship or non~relationship; to be more accurate. Ranting and stomping my feet like one of my small children would do, demanding sunshine someplace in my day; any place. To open that door and see (What I still will tell everyone; I know was, ‘Just for me’) that there was a Pathway of sunshine with NO rain from the door to the mailbox across the street. Ok; I am now paying attention; to what my 12 sponsor had said to me about the fact she really did not care how angry I was at God but I needed to pray in order to open those lines of communication again. That is, if I wanted Real Recovery in my life and to give my own children something different, I would have to be willing to DO something different, FIRST.


I balled, all the way from my door to my mailbox. Yet I still expected bad news and more bills which I could not pay unless I got a miracle. I had given up on those. I didn’t believe in them anymore…those were for other people, not me! I walked all the way back to the house; shut the door and for the first time in six to eight months; I opened my heavy drapes in my living room to look out upon the FLIPPIN’ Pouring rain!

Mainly, to see if that path really was just for me…..


I opened the drapes….I watch my pathway slowly disappear as it starts raining where I  had just walked. Where miraculously, it was dry and sunny just moments before. My pea brain just could not absorb all this. I was overwhelmed now and my mind is going a 1,000 miles an hour. Finally, I see my very first rainbow just past where I had so very recently walked in a path of sunshine THAT to this day I will swear Creator sent just for me. Oh yeah, I got a handful of mail but now I think I can at least open it and do my dread list (another story, another day).

Once my rainbow disappeared, I start opening my mail, when I noticed they are from a few states ago; from even, a few years back by looking at the envelopes. Except for a Publishers Clearing House envelope, junk mail for the round file; as it is lovingly called in the military world.

Now I am getting worried again…ok, breathe, and breathe, while trying to talk myself into opening these envelopes. What I found was all except for one envelope, was a check! All security deposit checks on an old utility bills being returned; finally. Not always easy to locate a military family that moves on demand. I am so shocked to see that collectively these returned deposits will pay my 8 month past due electric bill, and at least the water & sewer and trash too; while leaving me enough to have 20 bucks….

{back when 20 bucks filled up even gas guzzlers….laughing…told ya, my story…I can laugh if I wanna!}

To put in the gas tank when I would go back later that day to pick up my kids. I would have it to offer to Cliff, for all the gas he had used to help my ungrateful, angry butt out; that day. He was returning at 3 pm to pick me up, to go to pick up all the kids. He had said that maybe, we would see about the car at that time, if it had stopped raining by then. Now, I am in just total amazement and thinking maybe, JUST MAYBE there is something to this prayer thing. Maybe, I just didn’t fit; in the places I had looked. Just a thought.


Oh yes, so I bet you’re wondering how any of this ties into Publisher’s Clearing House and the Prize Patrol…the last piece of mail I had received that day was a Publisher’s Clearing House entry in the mailbox too. By this point of my day it is 1:30pm or so and I decide right then if I can find one stamp in this house….

I do not dare after receiving a pathway of sunshine, almost on demand. Then exactly how much money I needed plus 20 bucks to cover 8 months living expenses?!? To NOT at least be humble enough to try and do the right thing when Cliff gets back and offer it to him for his trouble. Not to mention his patience of listening to my rantings thru the day and trying to be the positive one in my day that day.

I am searching drawers all over… the loaned to me… house filled with ‘given to me’ furniture; thinking about what Cliff told me, “that I could change how I thought and how I feel about anything in my life” and thus change my perceptions.

Still searching but now in a different room and still thinking that maybe; I could try this prayer thing…

My friend and sponsor said I just had to pick something or someone I felt was a power Greater than myself; even if that was a doorknob or a tree. It did not matter to her, it only had to matter to me. I had spewed many times to her about my anger at the God I thought I understood; she told me I could fire that God and hire one I felt I could work with; one I found to be loving. One I felt would love me just as I was, warts and all! Rolling all these thoughts around my pea brain and searching… Bingo finally found one stamp.

I did my first mail in entry under the name I was living by then, Veronica McGuire to PCH.

Today, I can tell you it took me on a Search that brought me back to my Irish and Cherokee roots….I practice old native ways today, by choice; and have Creator, God of my own misunderstanding as only I say…because I don’t have to figure it out… my part is the footwork and that was the day that I started my on and off again relationship with #PCH  With Publisher’s Clearing House to get started you got to be willing to enter…

Now I want you to know….I have continued with many of the same struggles as then; only now my children are grown. Heck even some of my grandchildren have children. But I choose my perspective each morning when I wake up and I make one decision only:

Am I going to live and walk in my faith or live and walk in my fears…..What am i going to to do good today for someone else?

So far, what I can report is it truly is a miracle that I am able to be here to even write this story today. Feel blessed to share it with y’all, anyday.

There is MY story of when I got my 1st rainbow and my first #HopeOn . How it all ties into Prize Patrol because what I learned was how to live in the faith, each day that I wake up. This was my GiveBack to Publishers Clearing House and the Prize Patrol, and if they knock on my door…. I have a Vision.

Today, I have something money can’t buy and know how to ‘live with abandon’ do my part of the footwork and leave the result to the right dept….

Today, it is with the Creator, God of my own misunderstanding…

That way; the ends always come out so much sweeter…..somehow.

Can’t explain it and no longer even ask Why…

I do my part the footwork…so have I left anyone with a Hope On ? Today I go by my legal native name and that too is another story another day….just sayin’ Ah-ho Mitaukye Oyasin’

Difference Today is I want money… alot of it no less. I want to help people, to truly make a difference in their life. Today I want to start a non profit and a soup kitchen. A nonprofit so that I may help others already established in helping others…. like Wellbriety to train some facilitators so people can find a lasting recovery for drug and alcohol issues with trained facilitators… maybe a women’s shelter, which sadly often involves drugs or alcohol even if it doesn’t seem to be the immediate problem, the homeless and our veterans…. Which explains in itself why I want to open a soup kitchen.

I have a vision of a soup kitchen, where if you can leave a donation…  Great !…but if you can’t, no questions will be asked. If you bring the whole family for dinner awesome. Or if your a worker stopping by for lunch to cut down on groceries at home or to ensure your children have enough to eat. No problem and no funny looks. And in this soup kitchen… a wall of resources, dedicated to pamphlets and flyers of information on what help is available in the area and when. What churches and where they are. Where you can get the help you need. Maybe even short term employment listings. and a van that will take the wheelchair bound people of my community to Reno to doctor appointments… it is a serious issues here. We don’t have the doctors we need locally for the truly ill and we have no way to get them to where the doctors that can treat them are. Quite sad. Except helicopter, for medivac.

And let’s face it…when you feed others they are more apt to seek help right there… This is my vision as 2015 draws to an end. Having walked in many of those shoes already myself… I want to help others overcome these obstacles in life and put Unity back in my Community.

Now if Publisher’s Clearing House would come knock on my door…..

By Woman Walkin In Faith                                                                                            


































































Elder’s Meditation of the Day April 6

“Everybody should pray together, cheer along, root along. That brings the circle together. Everything is together.”
–Wallace Black Elk, LAKOTA
Life on the Earth can sometimes be very complicated. Sometimes we think we are alone in our problems. Sometime we even withdraw. Then the problems become even more difficult. We need to watch out for one another, to care for one another, to pray together, to encourage one another; and we need to support one another. Behaving in this manner will bring the circle together.
Great Spirit, today, let me support my brothers and sisters


I ask  for All Peoples at this time, to come together, pray for each other. Even if we choose to pray differently; we can come together and pray on ONE issue at a time and find #Solutions . Today, brothers and sisters let us bring this Full Circle. Pray and be willing to be the answer for someone else today. Let us embrace our diversities and Let us all choose to uplift the Great Hoop of Life.

Wado, Womanwalkininfaith

*******our brother Arthur was under the weather this day but the wisdom always comes on time! So let me add his wisdom to our Elder  Wallace Black Elk. Wado.



Msit Nókmaq/All My Relations,
We all ask for people to unite but with so much diversity things can become difficult. One person can say sure, another can say maybe, then there are those who say ok then refrain from doing it. It takes as much initiative to do it as it does to not do it. More often it takes a lot more energy to find ways out of something as it would be to get it done. Arthur Medicine Eagle-Sonier MEGAMAW

Gitsch Manito-Creator,Wásóq-Spiritworld, Please allow me the strength to uphold my word in Honor. Help me to see everything I can possibly see before I make any decisions or judgement.

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for the shoes, I know I will always gather and pray…that is MY job

Since so Many have questions and my story IS MY STORY. I have claimed nothing except for 2 things…. I pray for the good of ALL THE PEOPLE ON MOTHER EARTH>2) I was given a message about the same time as Woody I. was given a song by the grandmothers out here. He attended a Native American AA Convention in Cherokee, NC. I was the firekeeper back then, He sang that song at a MEN”S only lodge but since he said prior this was a song the grandmothers gave him, I sang it with him.This shocked him since he was told NO ONE else knew this song and I obviously was not in attendance so later he did ask how I knew the song, every word…. ask the Grant family whom kept the fire for many years, only one female was allowed….they also know me by many names. If you wish my roots to Reno NV then you need my crazy unbelievable story to know I have been known by many names. TODAY I AM COMING out….. Keeper of the Birds/ catholic church and mother gave me the name Veronica Marie Day. Ironically, I would be married, in a blackout years later by the man named as my dad that 2nd birth cert. which by the flippin way is a BLACK BIRTH CERT> from Los Angeles, CA. Look up why they even issued those in 1960.

In Reno, I recently commented on the schools after having a flashback of being in that school back in the late 60s 1st or second grade(my 7th summer, I spent time with a family in Reno as well, that was a summer I do remember being spoiled) so I imagine my birth mother would have given my name to the school as Veronica Sage. I was horrified to flashback to a time of getting under the desks for the air raids and drills and looking out one of those openings. And then hear the county commissioner would not allow the vote on upgrading the school. Thank you once again Berringer Gold, for bringing the hope back for the children on that one.

I then married McGuire, divorced remarried, Ordway, divorced,my only son was murdered by his AA sponsor, so I hid in plain site and reclaimed my native name and denounced the catholic birth cert. then married by ways of the pipe Norsworthy in 2006,(six months he committed suicide) then was sent on this journey in 06 out of calling to rectify.  I married St. Amant dec 2010 and divorced. Left Him shortly after Monica Richards came out to my’ tween’ place then of the waterfall and was attending Pala Native meetings. My Grandmother was known by many names too. Born Faye Smith, adopted to a good catholic irish family and married off to my grandfather then know as Forde, then she too remarried and was known as Rigdon…. I believe her birth date was given as Oct 5 1920 on adoption papers… but she was on the rolls by relatives as oct 5, 1919 and her BIA number is under Rigdon since she did not find any of her relatives until my own birth mother was about 16. I will defend nothing but the message I was gifted to give the world and signed my old emails with was this: Peace 4 all mankind, Nurture Mother Earth, and Seek the Stars.
I know exactly who I am, if you don’t then maybe it is time for you to come hang out with me. You will have to see it to believe me anyhow. Many will tell of a heavyset woman they know….today I struggle to keep on 130 lbs. but I did as asked and gathered coast to coast and The ‘Creator of my  own misunderstanding’ did in fact provide every step of the way. I put out tobacco this morning to have where I am to sweat and who is to put me on the mtn this morning; to come to my door.
There are reasons, my elders have explained prior to this journey, that some stay on the outskirts of the tribe and community. I stay in those twixt and tween places on purpose and not to hide either. Anything else please refer to whitebisondotorg elders meditation for today. Now I will write that sci-fi book of my life called Teachers walk the Hardest Roads by Woman walkin in Faith and wait for the honorable lodge to find me. though I was given Buffy Mashburns number….she too would remember a large woman. in facebook refer to a pic I believe Greer posted of me with my youngest daughter in Nov 2002 when I spoke for the Cherokee NC Native American AA Convention… that would be under Veronica O. or Veronica KeeperoftheBirds and if your looking for that piece of art….well it was actually donated to the raffle in 99 to assist our drummers and dancers from across the nation and even Canada and Mexico. The couple that won it in the raffle donated it back… so it goes from my understanding back and forth between the BIA building and the museum in Cherokee NC and hand etched into it ‘The Road to Recovery is always and in all ways Under Construction’ and depicts the back of a native man making a trek across the nation for recovery……. Anything else you feel you need to know about who I am, come look me in the eye, find me. I will not defend myself again to anyone in this plane of existence because you don’t know who you are. I know exactly who I am, but if Lloyd Owl is around ask him about the stone. or Chubs Blackbear or Tommystiffarm. Know this…. You will need a resume for the Creator not me, I help anyone that Creator of my own misunderstanding sends across my path….why because today I have recovered enough that I do the right thing because it is the right thing to do. My agenda, I do it because it is the right thing to do and today I can. Help heal the people….pray for the people. Many have made assumptions and comments about who I may or may not be. Do you really care, so long as I help you? I walk in two worlds, whiteman’s and native’s and I will take anyone by the hand and get them on the road the Creator made just for them. Folks leave me knowing :choice and freedom. I give them something that cannot be taken away. HOPE AND DIGNITY. So while your question of me and my life have been large, I say this….go look in the mirror work on you. Clean up your own motives and intentions and then we can meet on common ground…the good of the all. Otherwise you may have crossed my path so I could somehow humble myself again by helping another hopeless case. I have saved more than I have lost but we all have freewill in this plane. I follow a higher sense of right and wrong and It is a Good day to die for it. This post should contain all the info you may need to verify whatever the heck you think you even have the right to verify. So I ask…. what is it you are hiding that you feel the need to attack what is trying to help you with a clean agenda? People have no idea they tell on themselves….and it does not hurt that I have Owl eyes. Hard to deceive me and I scare most since I have ‘known’ stuff all my little life. Why do humans feel the need to attack anything they don’t understand? Or anyone they don’t understand. So after this post I will take a pic and post from my cell.
My final thought is this: Worry about getting your house in order instead of trying to mind mine, my Hogan is clean…and respect goes along way with me, come ask me.

Wado/Ski  Woman walkin in Faith

Elder’s Meditation of the Day February 23

“We’ve got to learn what’s going on today in the world, and we’ve got to get an education so we can survive.” –Jimmy Jackson, OJIBWA

Indian people have the ability to adapt. In these modern times, we Native people must walk two roads. We must get educated so our people don’t lose. We need lawyers, doctors, nurses, foresters, scientists, educators, carpenters, welders. These skills are needed to help the people. While we are learning we need to remember to keep our culture, learn our dances, sing our songs, learn to speak our own language and maintain our culture for future generations.

Great Spirit, let my education never lack the meaning and value of Indian spirituality.


Msit Nókmaq~All My Relations,
We must teach our children the importance of being educated. Without it there is no real hope of accomplishment. Educating our children in the old ways is wonderful and respectful but we also need to educate them in the modern worlds ways to be capable of handling many various situations and doing it with strength of endurance, finesse and tact.
~ Arthur Medicine Eagle Sonier, MEGAMAW

Gitsch Manito-Creator, Wásóq-Spiritworld, Please show us the direction to teach our children the importance of being educated in this world today. Please help us to show it does not mean we must give up our Spiritual walk and ancestral ways.
Welálin-ThankYou, Msit Nókmaq, Chi-Miigwetch, Mitauke Oyasin

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Elder’s Meditation – January 13

When you remove love and try to replace it with monetary things, you’ve got nothing … get him to understand that he has to love himself before he can love anything else.”   –John Peters (Slow Turtle), WAMPANOAG … It is said, “Love thy neighbor as thyself.” That’s the trouble, most of us do.
SOMETHING EXTRA TO THINK ABOUT My Mother always said “Money cannot buy love”. Many people often believe it can or does,They fall into a belief that buying toys and things for their children because they are away from them a lot will show and prove their love to the children.This does not show any love this shows confusion.This makes some children grow up believing money is the answer to all things. Arthur Medicine Eagle Sonier  MEGAMAW.
Gitsch Manito-Creator,Wásóq-Spiritworld, In this day please help us to find love in a way as you give to us. Show us the true term of unconditional love so that we may find happiness instead of smoke screens.  Welálin-Thank You,Msit Nókmaq,Chi-Miigwetch,Mitauke Oyasin
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Elder’s Meditation of the Day January 11

“Race and language makes no difference; the barriers are gone when persons can come together on high spiritual levels.” –Rolling Thunder, CHEROKEE
… Not only are race and language barriers overcome by spirituality, but all things are overcome by spirituality. Inside every human being is the spirit. When we see people, we can choose to look at their outside or we can choose to look at their inside. Spirituality resides inside of others, we must be able to look at our own inside. If we see spirituality inside ourselves, we will see spirituality inside others. The saying is, “what you sees is what you gets.”
My Creator, let me see all my brothers and sisters through the spiritual eye.
SOMETHING EXTRA TO THINK ABOUT A book judged by its cover does not necessarily make for a good book just because pretty cool pictures are on the cover.Sometimes the pictures we think are ugly make the best books. Arthur Medicine Eagle Sonier  MEGAMAW.
Gitsch Manito-Creator,Wásóq-Spiritworld, Please help me to not be so judgmental. Welálin-Thank You,Msit Nókmaq,Chi-Miigwetch,Mitauke Oyasin
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Elder’s Meditation of the Day January 8

“Native Americans are essentially calling for righteousness. By this they mean a shared ideology developed by all people using their purest and most unselfish minds.” –Lorraine Canoe/Tom Porter, MOHAWK … The Native way is to first focus on decisions that will be good for the people and then for yourself. Righteousness means “to think right.” Our way is to consider the good of all first. This helps our minds to be unselfish and pure. This it he spiritual way. This can be very hard to do because the world we live in says to take care of yourself first. A man of God cannot be taken advantage of unless it is the will of the Creator. The Creator really controls everything. To have a good future, the people must gather in a circle and pray for the highest good for the people.
Great Mystery, today let me love instead of being loved. Le me be giving instead of receiving. Show me the advantages of having a giving heart.
When we decide that we want something or we attack another, Is it for the good of the people and Creators will or is it for the self righteousness of ones own self will? Arthur Medicine Eagle Sonier  MEGAMAW.
Gitsch Manito-Creator,Wásóq-Spiritworld,  In all that I do this day please guide me to understand right from wrong and that all I do is for You and the People. Welálin-Thank You,Msit Nókmaq,Chi-Miigwetch,Mitauke Oyasin
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@444 pm PST Today

144 prayer ties, to bring in the new year and requested healings were completed and hung @444 pm (with assistance) on the healing tree !
May 2014 bring the Healings to those in need; as well as all of Mother Earth’s inhabitants….Especially Mother Earth.
May we each try to the best of our daily ability to UTTER FORTH into Being, the Miraculous things/healings WE ALL NEED TO OCCUR.
May we each choose to live in CIRCLES and may we all seek justice with mercy for everyone.

Commit to speaking and listening to whatever your own Understanding is of OUR CREATOR and may we all find compassion and seek to help each other and even be the Hope Bearers for those that need a face on those days of doubt.

There is but ONE RACE…the HUMAN ONE…humans being. Let us all choose to walk the walk, find our own path. Speak up, speak out and speak with honesty. Mindful, what we utter, we Will bring forth. 2014 is filled with possibilities and With Creator, God of my own MISunderstanding, things even become probable. Seek miracles, expect miracles, I promise you that if you do, you will find MIRACLES…remember that sometimes blessings come disguised as tragedies, NEVER GIVE UP HOPE> CHOOSE DAILY TO WALK IN YOUR FAITH AND OVERCOME YOUR fears. Wado for sharing this year with me. I look forward to writing more in 2014 and just being grateful for waking up each morning. Join me in utilizing your spiritual tools. Even be so bold as to share them with someone else in the new year. It is the sharing of knowledge of those pieces of the puzzle we each hold that brings forth truth, joy, and love.
Walk Softly ….Woman walkin in faith

Invite to Jion me Daily….

Each morning before I get out of my bed for the day there is a few things I do faithfully. First is, I Give thanks for waking up one more day, for this day is full of untold Opportunity. Then I make my first decision of the my day… the only important one if one was to ask me… I decide if I am going to live this 1 day walking in my fears or Living in my FAITH. Today, after years of doing this, I can tell you it is an easy decision for me. Please don’t mistake this to mean my life is Easy, for it truly is not. But Creator gave me power over 2 things when I woke up…how I Choose to think and how I Choose to feel about anything and everything. NOTICE I GET TO CHOOSE, but it is also all the power I have to change. I can change how I think and how I feel…everything beyond that is the Creator’s department. Next thing I do is mother nature calls for my boys (service dogs) and self and on days I am able, I put on the morning coffee. Then I climb back in bed and LISTEN TO #DailyAudioBible on my laptop. I contemplate what I have read from the #EldersMeditation and have the privilege of being allowed to re~post it for the rest of you, while I Listen to Daily Audio Bible.

Someone that was very dear to me always said, ” I only go where I get FED”. No, he did not mean food. That was his guidance in his life. If where he was going or who he was with did not somehow FEED his Soul…he just did not want to bother. He said life was way too short not to get to the dessert first.

So I invite everyone to Listen daily with me to Daily Audio Bible, to continue reading the wisdom of the Elder’s meditations, and most importantly PRAY and MEDITATE> follow up on whatever God of your own understanding places upon your heart. It has been those things placed upon my heart that seemed crazy even to me, that in the end brought the most amazing incidents into my life. These tiny things built the faith I have today.

I truly believe through PRAYER, we together CAN change the world. Choose to LIVE in a CIRCLE in 2014.

May each step of 2014 bring about more awareness, more compassion, more love, more healings, more willingness to compromise to do whatever is best for the “GOOD OF THE ALL”

Let us all Choose to make 2014 a PRAYERFULL YEAR! Wado, 1 Woman walkin in faith

Why I Make Music…

Why I Make Music…. Happy Holidays J. When I read this I TOTALLY knew exactly what you meant… it is why I Hand Etch art on mirrors and glass…. Wado for sharing this.