This is Part II of Angela’s post that I just posted. If I had a plan this would be it, but I have some ways to go…Enjoy.
I resonated with this topic. I wanted to share the positive response to what could be a tricky question among friends and family members in similar situations. Angela analyzed and then answered from a position of strength and acknowledgement…read on. 😀
The phone was softly chiming. I rolled over in bed and saw the caller ID on my phone showed ‘Colleen’. Swiped up on the face of the phone and said softly, “Colleen, glad you called. I needed an alarm.”
“Peggy, what’s wrong?” Colleen said. “You sound absolutely exhausted!”
“I am.” A soft chuckle escaped. “I’ve been up over 24 hours; there was a Sweat Lodge ceremony Friday night.” I slowly angled myself up out bed and swung my legs to the floor.
“It was beautiful, Colleen, absolutely beautiful. Come out next time.” Colleen was asking if she needed to call back in a bit. “Yes, call me back in a bit. Got to make some coffee and wake up.”
“Right, will do!” Colleen replied and hung up. I headed into the kitchen, heard a few creaks and pops in my joints. My long hair was a tangled mess around my shoulders and down my back. Gently I raked my fingers through it to get if off my face. A few minutes later I was leaning against the kitchen counter and listened to the hiss from the coffee maker. I replayed Friday night’s Sweat Lodge opening and my time at as Fire tender. How could I tell Colleen about my confrontation with Jay? It would seem like I was complaining, (and I don’t complain about anything as a general rule. Life is what it is.)
Flash back to Friday evening . . .
I was already at the Sweat Lodge and working over the outside fire. Large rounded stones were already placed alongside the fire that would be passed to the Sweat Lodge’s fire pit once they were needed. The first group was already inside the Lodge and getting comfortable.
“Ho, Peggy!” called Joe Wannamaker, one of the attendees for the first round. “You joining us in this Sweat?”
“Joe!” I greeted the big bear of a man with a beaming smile, “No, not this time. I’m your Fire tender tonight.” Joe was standing just outside of the flap covering the door into the Lodge. “Hey, Jay will be coming tonight. He’s driving up and should have been here already.”
“Oh? Funny you mention it. I didn’t see him with you, so I thought he wasn’t coming. I was thinking it’d be a nice evening for a change.” Joe did not dance around topics; he was a ‘straight-shooter’.
“Yeah, I told him if he wanted to come he had to drive himself.” I checked myself from saying anything else.
Joe continued, “Yeah, well, he was not very nice last time he was here. Jody had to nudge him to be quiet. You never know who is receiving spirit. It’s rude to blurt out random comments disturbing everyone.”
He turned to go duck into the Lodge, I thought I heard him say “Jay’s coming.” before the flap of the Lodge closed behind him. I heaved a sigh. Ducked my head a bit and reminded myself to say something to Jay about being quiet during a sweat. Just then a vehicle pulled up and stopped. I turned and saw Jay alight from his small white truck.
Jay was a 6 foot tall man, and lanky, about 65 years old with shoulder length shaggy white hair pulled back into a pony-tail. He was dressed in grey cotton shorts and a teal colored shirt and leather sandals. (He has a loud voice that booms when he talks and greets. No matter he’s inside or outside.
Sweat Lodge ceremonies are very spiritual and even approaching a Lodge that has not officially started their first Sweat it is to be approached with respect.) In those few moments I ruminated on Joe’s comments. I’d known Jay for almost 2 years now and still marveled at how disrespectful he was in approaching all spiritual events that he had attended so far.
“Jay, keep your voice down. Show respect. You’re late and should have been here 30 minutes ago.” I spoke in a calm and quiet voice.
“Peggy! I’m always respectful and I’m not late.” His voice boomed. “I don’t need you telling me nothing about how this works.” His face went from jovial to anger very quickly. Downturned lips and lines appeared on his forehead as he got right up to me.
“Jay, lower your voice. I’ve told you many times about this, and to be here early for this kind of event, or you’ll be denied access until the next round.”
“You can’t keep me from going in and doing this sweat!” His face was ugly and almost pressed right into mine. I could feel his breathe warm on my forehead. Jay is taller than me by a full foot.
I glared back at him and strengthened my resolve. “I can and I will. You will respect the office of Fire Tender and the people who were here on time.” I pointed to a log next to the fire, “You will sit with me by the fire. Show me you can meditate to ground and center. I’ll let you know if you’re ready to go into the next sweat.”
I pulled my shoulders back and leaned a bit away from Jay, showing him that I was not to be walked all over as I had allowed to happen in earlier events. I had caved in before so I would not have to deal with his moods; but now I needed to put an end to his disrespectful manners, out of respect to the others that were here on time and for their spiritual journey.
Jay’s face was almost slack jawed with surprise, but he did go sit on the log I had pointed out, although he made a big show of being put out with his huffy breaths as I watched him from across the fire. Joe poked his head out and gave a ‘thumbs-up’ to me and ducked back inside. Jay did not see as his back was to the lodge.
I sipped my coffee and pushed off from the kitchen counter heading into my office down the hall and was already editing how much of the confrontation I would share with Colleen when she called back later. I didn’t want to frighten her off from coming to future sweats. I needed to get Jay in line with things and do it quick. But that would require another cup of coffee.
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As I enter the end of this year, Ups & Downs of 2017, I realize that I have lots to be thankful for. Friends, a home, a job and determination. Yes, determination has cropped up in my vocabulary! (chuckles) I find that this year of multiple weather disasters has not put many people down but instead, more determined to be prepared, more mentally resilient and in some cases embrace a more “laid-back” attitude to Mother Nature and her ..uh-huh Tantrums.
I learned a lesson in letting go, one that the Universe has tried to nudge me into doing on my own. But because I ignored the prompts, hints and all that includes she, yes Universe is a “she”, for me she took the reigns and decided that I’d lose some personal items that I valued very high in my life over others. And decided to have me “lose” them. Learning from that has been the eye-opener that I needed to understand that having a “death-clutch” on things does me no good and makes my view of this world and my place in it a narrow point of view.
I have called myself front and center and owned that I needed that “kick in the pants” but am humbled by how forgiving the Universe has been once it realizes that I have acknowledged the lesson and gives me a gentle pat on the shoulder and nudges me forward for my greater good. What is that “greater good” she has promises you say? Well, it’s a loaded list and I’ll send you crazy with all the little things, so only a few items will I share.
Foremost, I have realized that I may have thought I had my path outlined for me regarding writing (obviously not) hence I would not be writing what I am. [Yes, I am my own worst enemy and overly critical. So I nod my head to the ‘analytical Gemini’ in me.] So I have “gently pinned” a sticky note to my front conscious to be nice but be steady in my promises. Remember what I can and cannot keep due to deadlines, work and other responsibilities. Secondly that great task master “Time Management”! Ha! I have learned that the Calendar app in my phone is not my enemy but my greatest assistant!
So I go right-foot forward into 2018 with brighter eyes, grace and newer perspective on what I need to do to achieve those elusive goals I’ve been putting out there for years. Throwing out the list of new goals and embracing the old ones that mean the most to me and trimming that too long “To Do List” once and all. I promise to not be my “own worst enemy”, be kind when I slip and to remember once in a while to see around and not just what’s in front of me.
I wish all my friends that you find that lovely balance and stick to it as best you can. May 2018 be a gentler and wonderful year for you and your endeavours.
Many Blessings and Happy New Year!
See you next year!
I had heard many praises for a woman called Peggy Ravenwolf. How nice she was, how she never spoke a mean word about anyone. I had a preconceived idea of a woman in her late fifties but no details of how she looked or her demeanor. I wondered if I’d actually be meeting a true ‘Medicine Woman’ one day.
One day I was invited to a Medicine Wheel ceremony to welcome in the Summer Solstice. I was looking forward to going and experiencing something new. The ceremony would begin at 5pm and to expect a brief orientation before-hand to welcome anyone new and explain things to them. I arrived in plenty of time. The air was still humid from the full day’s sunshine. Lazy bees could be heard droning in the summer air and crickets were sporadically starting their evening sounds.
At the Medicine Wheel others already were gathered and talking softly to each other. A few of my friends were already there. One of them waved me over and kindly introduced me to the hosts, a pleasant couple by name of Butch and Peggy.
I had heard much about Peggy and here she was flesh and blood in front of me. I guessed she was in her late fifties with long straight hair. It was pale brown and streaked with grey here and there and fell to just past her waist. Faint laughter lines were at her eyes and she was just a little shy of my height, at five foot and 4 inches. She was slim without being wiry and wore white long sleeved shirt tucked into her faded blue jeans. On her feet were worn Minnetonka moccasins.
“Hello! Thanks for inviting me to the ceremony.” I said to both Butch and Peggy. “I am looking forward to it.” Butch reached out his hand and shook mine, “Welcome, so glad you could come!” And turned to his left and motioned to the lady by his side. “This is my wife Peggy.”
Peggy stepped up and instead of shaking my hand, wrapped me in a quick hug. “Yes, welcome so glad you made it!” with a gentle smile and a little twinkle in her dark blue eyes. “I’ve heard so much about you. We can talk later, but first we need to give a little orientation about the Ceremony.”
She turned away to the wheel and gently waved her hands at everyone around to get their attention for the orientation. Soft spoken but firm words come without hesitation and with a fluid and easiness that comes with speaking to groups often. I did not have to strain to hear her voice and directions. Her smiles made here face glow in the evening light. Each future encounter with Peggy was like a breath of fresh warm air no matter the season or temperature outside.
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We all believe in some shape or form that God, the Gods and or Greater Spirit created the Universe and our place in it was a divine spark brought to life. (No debate about the who or when or what did it, that’s not this kind of post.)
We all have the capacity to create. We are divine beings in many ways and the ability to create is but one wonderful skill. Are we not mini-divinities with this skill? Our minds are amazing gifts to us. We observe therefore decide what to do next, etc.
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I was wondering do we even realize our potential? Do we maximize our productivity? Do we “Do” what we really say we are going to? Thereby make change in the world?
Do we measure our change by how large an impact we are going to see, or get gratification from? What can we do that is small yet, has a powerful impact that ripples out. Imagine the similar visual concept of tossing a pebble into a pond and watching how that simple action caused the ripple reaction. Effortless right?
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So again I was posing myself this very question: What can we do to be the creative one in our Universe and effect change.
I’ve been thinking of that a lot lately. I don’t know that the things that I do in a thought or actual action cause a major change. Yet, I have received feedback from many that I helped in some way to help get them over the proverbial hump. So I can think hard and long, am I being creative…The Universe seems to thinks so. And when in doubt it has responded to help me know I’m on the right track.
Well track, road or highway as long as I seem to get a nudge here or there I think my creative energy is being put to use. And whether my energy is manifested as words, healing prayers or hand crafted gifts I believe that my “Creative Powers” for making change in this world is alive and well.
This quote is one of my favorites.
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Have a great week, Nims
Great post from Jack Flacco today. Be well and have a great week.
There is no trick to being happy.
Well, there is, but it has more to do with attitude. One can be a millionaire and be miserable. Money has nothing to do with it. Although, having money sure makes things easier. Still, as the old cliché goes, money does not buy happiness.
What about having the power to do just about anything? Will that bring happiness? Will that make for a fulfilling life—telling people what to do? I always thought those with the greatest power were those who served every day, unappreciated, ready and willing to surrender their lives for the downtrodden in society. At least, that is what I always thought.
I suppose there is more to leading a fulfilling life than having money and power.
There is, and it is much easier than you think.
Below is what has brought me to lead a fulfilling life filled with hope…
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