Small Stone for Jan. 9 2015

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Jan 9

“Civilization has been thrust upon me…” Luther Standing Bear, Oglala Sioux, 1868-1937

 

Luther Standing Bear (1868–1939), a Native Ame...

Luther Standing Bear (1868–1939), a Native American writer and actor (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Two of the definitions of the word civilization at Dictionary.com. The word is from the French. I looked it up this morning, as I pondered the state of our world this week and its events in Paris.

“an advanced state of human society, in which a high level of culture, science, industry, and government has been reached.”

“cultural refinement; refinement of thought and cultural appreciation”

A lifelong perception, that I live
in a civilized world, that we’ve grown apart
from the primitive beginnings, from superstitions
in my Canadian culture. Raised to polite behavior,
to please and thank-you, ladies first, hats off indoors.

The first crack in the veneer, October 22nd, 2014 when
terror and death arrived on Ottawa’s doorstep.
No longer an isolated capital at the end of secondary highways,
but scene of the death of an innocent belief that we were safer.

This week, terrorists slaughter journalists, kill cartoonists
in Paris, January 7 2015. Yesterday, a policewoman.
And today, six hostages in eastern Paris at a supermarket
on Pointe de Vincennes, among them a baby of six months.
My definition of civilized world twists into caricature of itself.

CAS Jan 9 2015

Small Stone for Jan. 8 2015

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Jan 8

“From the beginning there were drums,
beating out world rhythm—
the booming never-failing tide on the beach…”
–JIMALEE BURTON (Ho-Chee-Nee), Cherokee, 1974


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The quote goes on to tell us to pay attention to our heartbeat in the wrist . . .
I’ve always done that, more so lately as I wore a monitor for tests, and now when I am not well.

When I was a child,
sometimes at night
footsteps would pound in my ear,
the unseen chasing away sleep.


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Last night the pound of drum
deep within, setting the rhythm
of my days. I know fear–
that it beats too fast, too loud

and when it can’t be heard
the fear of what’s to come
when it ceases beating.


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CAS Jan 8 2015

 

Small Stone for Jan. 7, 2015

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Jan 7

“Everything on the earth has a purpose, every disease an herb to cure it, and every person a mission. This is the Indian theory of existence.” – Mourning Dove (Christine Quintasket) Salish, 1888-1936

 

I watch my cat ecstatic as he rubs his nose
deep into catnipped carpet, wonder
about this herb he trips on.

Today armed with theories of existence,
I search out native herbs to soothe anxiety,
calm nerves, stop worry. I find Cloud Walking Tea.

Herbal tea

Herbal tea (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Images float in my mind of light, soaring spirit,
a way out of dark thoughts. But my cupboard
is bare of Skullcap, St. John’s Wort, Valerian Root.

I eye my cat’s catnip, shake my head,
reach instead for chamomile or perhaps
simple lemon balm tea.

English: Lemon Balm (Melissa officinalis), her...

English: Lemon Balm (Melissa officinalis), herb garden, St. Andrew’s-Sewanee (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

CAS Jan. 7, 2015

 

 

 

Small Stone for Jan. 6 2015

IMG_0219Today’s reading is about thoughts that come at night when all is quiet: Here is the quote from it that resonated today. My small stone is rather a dark resonance:

 

Simon Pokagon

Simon Pokagon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 Jan 6 “…Mortal man has not the power to draw aside the veil of unborn time to tell the future of his race. That gift belongs of the Divine alone. But it is given to him to closely judge the future by the present, and the past.” — Simon Pokagon, Potawatomi, 1830-1899

 

 

 Which is the gift and which
the curse? To foresee fate
or to move through days
blind to what will come?

“You’ve won the lottery!” they said,
To come close but have death turn away.
It made me a small anxious thing,
a shade fearing its own shadow.

Picture of Runes used in Fortune Telling

Picture of Runes used in Fortune Telling (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 I judge each new day in my palm, break it
into pieces searching for new omens,
to draw aside the veil of unborn time.
This too is a kind of death.

CAS Jan. 6 2015

English: Gift for stone-ghosts Deutsch: Opfer ...

English: Gift for stone-ghosts Deutsch: Opfer für die Steingeister (Photo credit: Wikipedia)