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As I sat that morning by the brook, after washing my face in its cool and crisp water a deep silence descended upon me. It wasn't the absence of thoughts because I didn't feel a void but rather I felt sublimely filled, with what I cannot say. I was just there experiencing the moment.The sun was rising in its glory. The colors of the sky were resplendent yet I had no adjectives in my mind to

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To know how to read is more than recognizing the grouping of letters into words and dissecting the structure of a sentence.To know how to read is to be stirred by the meaning of the words and to flow with the motion of each sentence.To know how to read is to feel your heart leap as your mind grasps and your soul soars!

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A single word can be the door to enter the dimension of the soul.A single word can close the door of a heart.A single word can excite - exhilarate!A single word can extinguish all hope.A single word well placed and deeply felt can transform the one that receives it.A single word carelessly thrown is like an eclipse obscuring the light of the sun.A single word can be the dawn of a new beginning

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Herbert and I went for a walk in our old stomping grounds after his work today. We looked over the blackberry bushes and commented how they are all budding. There will be a bountiful crop this summer - lots of jam on its way.Conversation flowed to our inner yearnings. It's a wonderful moment in our lives to take stock of what we have accomplished and learned in our work, relationships, our inner

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I listen to my husband as he shares his triumphs and searches for solutions to his challenges and even venting his frustrations.I listen to my son who is far from home in the military facing different sets of challenges, life decisions and even small matters like how to treat a cold.I listen to my three daughters who are becoming young women, deciding the direction of their lives. Transforming

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The Native People didn't rely on paper, books, publicists or even remarkably, speechwriters. They had an Oral Tradition. I take back this word had, once said it made me cringe. One hopes and prays that this tradition will not only not be lost but will encompass the way we of the Western World communicate.Russell Bohan, Chippewa wrote the following poem:The spoken wordis creation renewed.Conceived

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Jeffrey French-Begay, Mohawk and Army medic came to us after the Pow-wow in State College Pennsylvania bearing gifts.He said “I’m so glad you guys didn’t leave, I just ran to my car to bring you this.” He presented to Herbert two red feathers wrapped in soft buckskin at the base.“I wanted to give you this, they are red hawk feathers. It’s not finished yet – this means that we need to meet again

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The GuruAn unstructured poemA spark of light deep within projected withoutShinning like a multi-faceted diamond.Knowledge shines from an inner source and pours out like a symphony.We are all divine flutes each hole an inner springSynchronizing the microcosm with the macrocosmIt’s a real hip tune…Taking a little side step – it’s a danceMeandering through the notes, playfully, turbulently,

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