Wisdom of the Medicine wheel…
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wings and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call Native… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel.. I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wings and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call Native… Continue reading
“It took more than a decade for researchers to identify nearly 3,000 children who died in Canada’s residential schools – compulsory boarding schools run by the government and religious authorities during the 19th… Continue reading
“Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish been caught will we realize we cannot eat money.” “Treat the earth well: it was… Continue reading
A July morning… The days of August are coming Kind earth is alive and we must become the people of the sun. The fire are burning and the grandfathers must become the story… Continue reading
Wisdom of the Medicine wheel… I have been lucky. Many kind Native Americans took me under their wing and taught me how to find peace. At the Mall I went to the so-call Native… Continue reading
The Raven and the Coyote… A Poem by Coyote Poetry June new poetry thirty-one The Raven and the Coyote… The Raven told the him. Perhaps, perhaps dear Coyote. You can share some trickery with… Continue reading
“You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the… Continue reading
You are my Lake Gichigumi prayer… Once we danced in Paris, once we fell in love in Basel and once we loved the big cities and the sea. Kelli, Kelli my dearest Kelli.… Continue reading
“A Native American tale I was taught and I teach my grandchildren. The Nightingale song.. The Ojibwa grandfather… Continue reading
The songs of seasons A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of fall… Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary… Continue reading