Reflections on the Grandmother’s Weekend
September 10th, 2010
In celebration of the amazing weekend we offer the opportunity to post your comments, reflections and inspirations. The depths of the relationships that were established we feel is important to nurture. We also welcome ideas or suggestions about future events that will enhance relationships with our indigenous brothers and sisters.
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You Deserve To Be Seen…You Deserve To Be Heard
As I was riding my bike to work today, in my quiet rhythmic cadence of the peddles, I heard the words, “You deserve to be seen.” It took me by surprise in a lovely way. I do deserve to be seen. I am unique perfection of God’s love.
Guess what? You deserve to be seen in your own humanness. You deserve to be celebrated and your qualities illuminated. Come on people, let your light shine! See and be seen!
After this initial burst of knowing that was gifted to me this morning, I thought about our Grandmother’s movie event that we just finished co-sponsoring at Seeds of Intentions. Each participant was asked to share any thoughts that have come to us since the weekend. I’m not sure if I needed more time to process, but no words seemed adequate…that is until today.
The honored guests and the participants deserve to be seen and for many indigenous people, they have felt invisible and forgotten. They deserve to be heard in their soul songs. So the rest of this blog is a homage to those elders, grandmothers and other invited guests.
Rita, you are seen in your gentleness and quiet spirit that whispers peace is coming…peace is here. You are heard in your wishes that float upward where ancestors commune.
Beatrice, you are heard through your booming voice that explodes then tickles. You are heard through your teasing eyes that shine with coyote medicine.
Nathan, you are seen in your pureness of heart that opens doors, and you are seen in your embrace of acceptance for those different than you.
Aloysius, you are seen in your cautionary stance, and heard through your gathered wounds that you have carried so others can be free.
Kerry, you are seen in your warrioress power that commands a following. You are heard through your eagle cry and your human tears.
Davian, you are seen in your soul’s dance where movement melds with spirit and where youth’s innocence collides with ancient knowledge.
Joy, you are seen, not as wife of, but woman as. You are heard in your silence and forgiveness.
Mary, you are seen in your radiating smile that emits God is near. You are heard in your between worlds voice that knows where you’ve been and where you are going.
Jonas, you are heard in your silence that echoes louder than words. You are seen in your regal somberness that reflects a long and difficult journey.
Loya, you are seen in motherly proudness that releases ancient barriers for the women still to come and are seen in your nuturance that is spread to generations.
Christinia, you are seen in your steady gate and nurturing heart. You are heard through your undying advocacy for your people.
Troylynn, you are seen in the strength of your stature and the confidence in your stride. You are heard in the wisdom of your teachings and the wisdom of your intuition.
To all who participated as witnesses, you are seen in your reverent beauty that held universal intent, that healed beyond imagination, and rippled through heaven and earth.
Everyone deserves to be seen. Everyone deserves to be heard. Today, you are being called to see one another’s unique perfection. Today, you are being called to listen to one another’s soul songs. Heed the call!
From my heart, Our sacred gathering
There was a moment in time when a thought became a dream, and the dream was spoken of, and mana was fed into it, and the dream stood up and became action. And the magic flourished. Like feathers in the wind, whispering to those who knew how to listen and could hear their song, people gathered and the manifestation began.
They came from around town. They came from different tribes. They came from the backside of mountains. They came from different states. They gathered.
The houses were prepared. The grounds were cleansed. The sacred fires were lit. The sacred pipes were smoked. They sang, and they talked, and they listened. They played beautiful music, they played games. They spoke of prayers; they spoke of heartache and of ritual and of death and of healing. They spoke of ancient tradition and they witnessed new ways of being. Voices held quiet through tradition were set free on this land; speaking of hope, sharing prayer and power. Grandmothers and children, family and strangers united.
Time stood still. Night and day and earth and sky merged. Star beings came in close to bear witness. Rainclouds ushered in held their gifts until closing then bathed the lands in their cleansing rains. Rock beings, plant beings, animal beings, human beings, all became family. All the natural elements were gathered and the waters were blessed and the people were blessed and the planet was blessed.
Opposites became one, intricately woven to compliment and give each other strength. Friendships were formed, community sprouted with the fluidity of acceptance and open hearts and divine grace
Miracles took place. Healings were spontaneous. Everywhere there was continual sharing of abundance and laughter and playfulness and hearts and stories.
Gifts were given. Hearts were opened. Spirits were fed. Alliances were formed. The magic continues in us all, with each sacred breath.
I bow down low caressing the earth and breathe her in; I rise tall and touch the stars. I have breathed you in, and held you close and let you know our souls have reveled in the dance. Paths cross and join and cross and join.
You are now a part of me, and I am, a part of you.
~ Lisa DeBussy, LMP. CYT. ~ 970-456-9044 ~ kindle ancient flames….
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