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Rose Catcher

October 16, 2015

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Rose Catcher

(for neighbor girl)

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Back to the Camp

Back to the Camp I travel up and out and down into the camp site where I had been just five days ago. There is Osprey flying by and I send her my gratitude. There is a pink horizon to the East and I marvel at the beauty. There is my brother, Steve, swimming through the willow branches. And Owl perches high above my tent where only I can see him in my current state. I hear the flute and see myself playing below and add an extra bit of Spirit to the melody. There is a wispy darkness sitting next to me… someone joining me who is not quite in physical form. My friend, Bob, is sitting and drumming his tall tom-drum, his eyes glazed with his spirit hovering just above his knit hat. There are five children that watch with curiosity and a touch of anxiety. I reach down and lightly touch each upon the top of the head and tell them a story of wonder and magic and how all things are sacred. I tell them to remember this moment as something wonderful. I blow through the camp as a s

Funeral in the Valley

Funeral in the Valley I am sitting with my friend, the twisted cedar "Chief". He gifts me with a vision. I see a large grassy field stretching across a mountain valley. The steeple of a church sticks up in the middle, out of the tall grass. A large, very old oak tree, stands behind, under which is a cemetery. People dressed in black are there burying someone, possibly a child. I do not sense too much emotion, but there is a feeling of loneliness and loss and maybe resignation. The idea that this scene is a cliché comes to me, like it's taken from a classic movie. However, it is because this scene has been created so many times that the people here are now strengthened by this cliché… that they are now participating in a vital, strengthening ritual and ceremony. On the steeple Owl sits, then he flies over the people and lands in the tree. The funeral ends and the people then turn into antelope and run off into the grasses. The preacher seems to dance in a circle,

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