Joy Harjo's Blog, page 8

Not Yet

Strange winds and weather this morning. The forecast is 75 degrees! We are in the midst of heavy changes. Many forecast the end of the world as December 21st. I believe it ends and begins with every breath we take, give back and share. It is a rare gift to come to this place called Earth. We promised to learn to dance through storms with grace, to speak the truth with dignity, to sing it. We are

Gratitude

This morning while eating oatmeal I was reminded of the sacrifice of the plants on our behalf. Each grain is precious and include gifts of the earth, rain, sun and the planters and harvesters. These plants have consciousness. They give their lives just as animals and fish are sacrificed for our energy. Gratitude is the most compassionate state of mind.

Mvto Alligator Stillness

Animals teach us. Last night alligator showed me that with stillness within the waters become still. Then you can see and know.

Lightness of Being

Visited with my cousin George Coser, Jr yesterday at the kitchen table. He's a gift. Always something profound among the stories. The sacred lies at the root of the mundane. And every word is a power element. Each word or sound, whether thought, written or spoken grows our path, the path of our generation, the children, grandchildren, the Earth...We become the ancestors. A sense of play gives a

Disappeared Website and Scrambled Blog Posts

I received a few notes on Facebook that my website appears to be gone, and some say these posts are scrambled. I have sent an SOS to my webmaster. I DO have a site. It is somewhere in time. Thanks for your patience.

Thanks, Giving

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BEFORE ALL THINGS (first draft)

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Heavy Matrix of Divisiveness

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Via Tulsa Airport--Winter Morning

The star people are opening up many doors to time in this season of enormous shift.

Time was always a fluid being.

Each kind of time is a state of mind.

Fear blocks doorways.

Joy opens them.

Music is one of the best teachers of time.  It's all about the rhythm.

Ride it! Create with it! In all things---

If You Look from the Moon, We All Look the Same

This morning I open my eyes in my home state, which overwhelmingly voted for Romney. I can feel the din of disappointment here. America is a multi-cultural, multi-racial country. Romney ran a Christian right-white campaign. He made no attempts to be inclusive, as did Obama. The people voted. I am relieved and even feel celebratory. Now we must all work for inclusion of every voice. Each of