Happy Holiday Season!

Happy Holiday Season!

I hope you enjoy the depth and sentiment of the poetry in this card I made for you, my friends.

 Have a wonderful Holiday Season full of The Joy of the Lord and His Peace which passes all understanding.

Have a Wonderful Thanksgiving!

With the spirit of giving Thanks, this favorite Table Decoration comes to mind.  Praying that everyone will share The Fruits of the Spirit with family and friends on Thanksgiving Day and throughout the year.

Herb Lavender

Herb Lavender with Himalayan Sea Salt

Lavender is such a versatile herb.  In addition to it's wonderful relaxing aroma, it's properties include being antiseptic and antimicrobial.  When you breathe in Herb Lavender's aroma, you are actually breathing these properties into your body!  You are cleansing body, mind and soul.  Lavender truly freshens the air you breathe because of these herbal properties.  Combined with Sea Salt and Jojoba oil, it makes a wonderful moisturizing bathing experience.  It is great for closet sachets, drawer sachets, potpourri and to use in dried flower arrangements.  There is nothing more refreshing than a bouquet of fresh lavender buds!  Herb Lavender is a proven sleep aid, as well.

I grow all of my herbs in my Eco-balanced organic botanical gardens.  The reason my herbals are more effective and better than some of the other "herbals" you may find is because mine contain NO ARTIFICIAL FRAGRANCE, NO ARTIFICIAL COLORINGS, NO ADDITIVES, AND NO CHEMICALS OF ANY KIND.  They are truly healthy for you inside and out.  They cleanse your body, mind and spirit. I grow my herbs with respect, gently and with thankfulness.  They receive lots of daily TLC.  When I harvest my herbs, I do so with respect and gently and thankfulness for the gifts they give to us.

My herbs are also grown in harmony with Lakota Sioux Four Directions.  My Totem is Horse Woman.  Everything I grow is with a Spirit of Thankfulness.

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South Wind of Summer

 South Wind of Summer

When the south wind of summer

Sings through the trees

And the high mountain thunder

Hangs low in the breeze

 

 A strong heart flows over

An empty heart fills

And the south wind of summer

Caresses the hills 

There is no returning, the seasons don't end

They just blow through the branches and bend with the wind

 When the south wind of summer sings in the pines

And the far away cities seem so close behind

 A strong heart flows over

An empty heart fills

And the south wind of 

summer blows where it

wills

 There is no returning, the seasons don't end

They just blow through the branches and

bend with the wind

 Pockets in the Rocky Mountains where the presence of God flows through your soul

Pockets on this earth where the good energy is so strong you feel it through your bones

These are the places where I receive into my being inspiration for all that I do.  These are the places where I can smell, feel, touch the healing herbs.  These are the places I think of as I tend my plants daily. These are the things I give in everything I grow.  It is a pure and perfect gift to you.

Some mornings will find us up above the timberline. Lonesome don't seem like much once you're this high.  When it's all said and done, I usually find that me and the eagle are of the same mind.

There is Still Time Where the Wind Begins

Longs Peak and Meeker Peak

A broken song beneath the snow

The echo of a soaring joy

A shape in the mist

A touch in the rain,

In wilderness you come again...

You tell us what we used to know...

You speak for all the free wild things

Whose ways were ours

When the Wind had wings...

By Elise Maclay

As in Black Elk's Vision:  The healing horse, of the Old Ones, of the Ones Who Have Gone Before...He spoke to me and we ride the wind to places beyond this earth.

Where water, wind and the very air we breath begin

The eagle looked down on the river below

And he wrapped his wings around him and fell like a stone.

Well the big salmon fought, but the talons held true

And he shuddered as the world turned

From silver to blue

I stood there in awe, though I'd seen it before

I was born in these mountains 

And I'll die here for sure.

Some mornings will find me up above the timberline

Lonesome don't seem like much once your this high

When it's all said and done, I usually find

Me and the eagle are of the same mind.

In my dreams there's a horse,

He stands eighteen hands high

He's as white as the snow and there's fire in his eyes

And he'll bear only me, though others have tried

And together we'll travel across the divide.

Some mornings will find us above the timberline

Lonesome don't seem like much once you're this high

When it's all said and done I usually find

Me and the eagle are of the same mind.

from the Horse Whisperer

Music Pass

There is still time in mountain places where the wind begins, forests of aspen and pine, places untouched...Spiritual places where we can still hear echos of The Old Ones, of The Ones Who Have Gone Before....spiritual places where one surrenders to God's Ways, which are beyond human comprehension. There are pockets of Spirit where we come to know that God's earth has mysterious ways of reclaiming her own...There is still time for The Earth to heal.

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Autism Awareness

These are wonderful people who share awareness for the autism spectrum.  They are all over the U.S.  You might want to visit their shop.  They make the most beautiful stone jewelery and money from sales goes to help those who are affected by autism. The shop name is wiresNpliers at www.etsy.com/people/wiresNpliers

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There is Still Time....

There is Still Time to hear Echos of The Old Ones, to sense the Powerful Presence of a Superior Being and to Feel surrounded by Echos of The Ones Who Have Gone Before. Time to feel the Mountain High Country's eternal awesome presence of a Superior Being or The Great Spirit throughout one's soul.  There is Still Time for the Mountain Places above the timber line where the Eagle flies.  There is Still Time....

There is Still Time for the Mountain Places where the Wind Begins, peaceful pockets untouched.  Places where the Wild Things continue to be balanced and to roam free.  There is still time...

There is Still Time for the tundra to spring forth her pure waters from deep within the Mountains.  Places untouched where the Wild Things remain balanced and free.  There is Still Time for life giving water to begin.

There is Still Time for man to be balanced with Nature, with The Great Spirit, with the Echos of The Old Ones....The Ones Who Have Gone Before....the Buffalo and The Horse People.  There is Still Time for places where the very weather begins.  There is Still Time for Trackless Tundra.

There is Still Time for High Mountain Places where trails peter out and the Wild Things continue their undisturbed ways.  There is Still Time for pure places to give their gifts.  There is Still Time to hear the Echos of the Wisdom of The Horse People and Visions of Black Elk.

There is Still Time for places where the grasses meet forests of Aspen and Pine.  There is Still Time to Listen to The Old Ones, The Ones Who Have Gone Before, The Buffalo and The Horse People.

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There is Still Time for the 5,000 year old Bristle Cone Pine.  Time for Nature to Renew Herself and Her Ways of Reclaiming Her Own.  There is Still Time...

There is Still Time for places where the weather begins, where The Earth has mysterious ways of reclaiming Her Own.  There is Still Time for The Earth to Heal. There is Still Time if Man......