the ugly earring

ug‧ly [uhg-lee] offensive to the sense of beauty; displeasing in appearance

Category: native american

bark and roots

“There is no doubt that the Indian held medicine close to spiritual things. As a doctor he was originally very adroit and often successful. He employed only healing bark, roots, and leaves with whose properties he was familiar, using them in the form of a distillation or tea and always singly. The stomach or internal bath was a valuable discovery of his, and the vapor bath was in general use. He could set a broken bone with fair success, but never practiced surgery in any form. In addition to all this, the medicine-man possessed much personal magnetism and authority, and in his treatment often sought to reestablish the equilibrium of the patient through mental or spiritual influences.

The Sioux word for the healing art is “wah-pee-yah,” which literally means readjusting or making anew. “Pay-jee-hoo-tah,” literally root, means medicine, and “wakan” signifies spirit or mystery. Thus the three ideas, while sometimes associated, were carefully distinguished.

It is important to remember that in the old days the “medicine-man” received no payment for his services, which were of the nature of an honorable function or office. When the idea of payment and barter was introduced among us, and valuable presents or fees began to be demanded for treating the sick, the ensuing greed and rivalry led to many demoralizing practices, and in time to the rise of the modern “conjurer,” who is generally a fraud and trickster of the grossest kind.”

from “The Soul Of The Indian” by Ohiyesa (Charles Alexander Eastman)

image: Medicine Woman Seeking Solitude, 1915, courtesy Library of Congress

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shoulder draping

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“Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.”

        ~Zora Neale Hurston
image: Navajo Classic Serape with all natural dyes, c. 1860, 73″ x 52″,
Navajo Third Phase Chiefs Blanket with Ravelled Bayeta,
Cochineal, Lac and Indigo dyes, c. 1870, 50″ x 76.5″,
Navajo Transitional textile, c. 1880, 73″ x 53″

be like the bear

Be like a bear in the forest of yourself.
Even sleeping you are powerful in your breath.
Every hair has life
and standing, as you do, swaying
from one foot to the other
all the forest stands with you.
Each minute sound, one after another,
is distinct in your ear. Here
in the blur of mixed sensations, you can
feel the crisp outline of being, particulate.
Great as you are, huge as you are and
growling like the deepest drum,
the continual vibration that makes music
what it is,
not some light stone skipped on the surface of things,
you travel below
sounding the depths where only the dauntless go.
Be like the bear and
do not forget
how you rounded your
massive shape over the just ripened
berry which burst
in your mouth that moment
how you rolled in
the wet grass, cool and silvery, mingling
with your sensate skin,
how you shut
your eyes and swam far and farther
still, starlight
shaping itself to your body,
starship rocking the grand, slow waves
under the white trees, in the
snowy night.

something that stays

We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.

We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.

We are the river and we are that greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.

We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.

The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.

Memory does not stamp his own coin.

However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans.

~Jorge Luis Borgess

(photo from a hike: hohokam petroglyphs)

the human equation

“It’s a really lovely example – you have this amazing beast that’s been around for tens of millions of years surviving as a relic population on this island. Then people arrived and they basically disappear in a couple of hundred years,”

“When people turn up they put these populations under enormous pressure – they might not be giving the final, killer blow but they’re adding another level of stress. It looks like these fantastic turtles are another example.”

(from here)

(photo: Jeffers Petroglyphs- Image of turtle and man, looking East)

sage no. 2 (sophos)

Did you hear what that woman on Grafton Street was saying?

You won’t be killed today.
We don’t even know we’re born.

~Jean Valentine “Friend”

(photo: buffy sainte-marie)

wear your love like

“in her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”
~ lord byron

still standing

“Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.”

~ Ayn Rand

(me and my arrow: taking the high road)

camaraderie

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women_river

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in this virtual world, you may find yourself.  less alone.

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a few things:
my  handpicked
all things ordinary becomes even more extraordinary
python lee jackson for you

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on getting old:

i imagine myself salt and pepper with layers of turquoise and squash blossoms. a black gown with red dirt decorating the unhemmed seam. 

( such a great spread)