My dear Ojibwa grandmother told me. If a ladybug lands on you. You can make a wish. Only one.
I told my grandchildren. If you see a butterfly dancing in the wind. You can make a wish. Only one.
I wonder? Are our wishes heard by the goddess of magic?
My grandson tossed a coin into the wishing well. He made his wish and he asked me. How many wishes can we have?
I told him. Wishes are promises, we make and we shall do one day. We need the wishes to keep our heart young and hopeful.
We saw a butterfly dancing in the wind around us. A monarch butterfly, so beautiful by the Lake St. Clair. I told the lake. Please allow my world to know peace. Please allow my world to know kindness.
I burn sage by the Lake St. Clair weekly. I use my Native American teepee. I wrote to paper, names of people who need healing, concern and kindness. I built a circle of rocks around the teepee. I put the papers and some sage inside the teepee. I light the sage and I watch the smoke rise to the sky. I pray to the sun, I pray to the water and to the sky. I hope the Goddess of life and death will pay attention. Burning sage, like Lady bugs wishes.
We saw a butterfly dancing in the wind around us. A monarch butterfly, so beautiful by the Lake St. Clair. I told the lake. Please allow my world to know peace. Please allow my world to know kindness.
Love this part, if we all had wishes we probably would take them for granted....
but your words are amazing
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Thank you dear Kenzie. We must hold on to hope. Keep our heart and mind youth.
The American Native has suffered so much it is gratifying to hear that tradition still survives.
I originally lived between two reservations and this reminded me of the days I used to be invited to dance with the young native friends I grew up with
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My dear Ojibwa grandmother taught me her ways. I remember her taking me to Belle Isle every weekend... read moreMy dear Ojibwa grandmother taught me her ways. I remember her taking me to Belle Isle every weekend. She taught me to love nature Dave.
We saw a butterfly dancing in the wind around us. A monarch butterfly, so beautiful by the Lake St. Clair. I told the lake. Please allow my world to know peace. Please allow my world to know kindness.
Love this part, if we all had wishes we probably would take them for granted....
but your words are amazing
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Thank you dear Kenzie. We must hold on to hope. Keep our heart and mind youth.
There’s nothing like burning some healing sage. What a calming and beautiful poem, I truly loved reading this and just following every word. It’s obvious so much passion went into this. And great song choice as well. This was really wonderfully written, thank you so much for sharing!
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Thank you, dear friend. Good to burn sage. We hope the gods are paying attention.
Those are beautiful wishes, Coyote. I love the visual picture of you burning sage in a teepee with the names of people who need healing. Such a caring thing to do. I'm going through a crisis with my granddaughter, that I'm raising, who has mental heath issues. Nice song too.
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I am glad things are better dear Shelley and thank you for reading and the comment.
It is heartening that you are passing down your culture to the younger generation, hopefully in time they will do the same.
As always a well written piece Coyote
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My eight-year grandson burn the sage already. We are the teachers of the future my dear friend. Than.. read moreMy eight-year grandson burn the sage already. We are the teachers of the future my dear friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.
"A dream is a wish your heart makes / When you're fast asleep..." Cinderella.
Sometimes wishes and prayers are the same thing. And sometimes they are very hard to believe in.
A beautiful poem, my friend.
A magical write with the beautiful
traditions of burning sage and making wishes
and prayers materialize .awhh to see the
butterflies dance..how sweet is that..yes
Nicely penned dear John....
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My grandson burn who is eight year old. He burn the sage already. We set the example for the future... read moreMy grandson burn who is eight year old. He burn the sage already. We set the example for the future. Thank you dear Fran for reading and the comment.
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
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