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My Motto that I try to live by each day:

 

Original Source of Creation, The Void of All That Is, Thank you for the breath of life, Thank you for the gifts. Eternal Mystery, touch my heart, In beauty may I walk. Sacred Mystery, be my guide, So I may Walk my Talk. Infinite Source, remain with me, So, I may always know, The warmth of your Eternal Flame, Deep within my soul.

 

 From "Sacred Path" by Jamie Sams and Linda Amber

 

 

My middle daughter could not attend her Fathers funeral,so she wrote this special letter to him and we read it at Memorial. So to honor his memory ( May He Rest In  Peace) I present  to you:

 

THE LETTER

Sent by email:
(Mom,
Can you read this when you get to where Daddy is. I cannot be there so it is important to me. You dont have to read it at the funeral if you do not want to. I just feel like, this is the way I saw him and I wanted him to know it. It would mean a lot to me since I cannot be there or do anything. I feel like I am not getting the closure that I need.
I love you mom.....I am there with you.
All my Love
Leisa )


Daddy,
I just wanted you to know the things that meant a lot to me while I was growing up
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(1) I remember all the times you came home with lots of shrimp and us kids would find all kinds of weird sea animals mixed with the shrimp and you let us keep them to bring to school, and gross out the kids. But it made big points with the "cool" kids.

2. There was a time when we were saving money to get a Giant inner-tube from the John Deer Company next door. We only had a dollar or two, and even though you asked " WHAT THE HELL YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT THING!" . You gave us the rest of the money anyway, and we ran next door to buy it. We floated on it when the yard was flooded, we rolled each other around inside of it, Bounced on it and virtually wore the thing out. We had a blast. That meant a lot to us kids.

3. I remember eating Bar B Que almost every week end, and still....I cannot find anyone who cooked it like you. Or even Gumbo for that matter. Believe me I tried. (See...I can cook something else other that Spaghetti and chicken!)

4. There was a time when Robbie and I wanted to make a fort in the back yard and again, you were like " Y'all are just gonna put shit all over the yard!" But you went to the garage ....took a look around and said.....".y'all can use all the stuff in the garage....just put it back when you are through"!..... (We never did) and you had to mow around that crap for a whole month.

5. Remember when Robbie wanted a puppy that someone was giving away down the street? And you told him no? Well,...Robbie got it anyway and tried to hide the poor thing in the toilet....we heard him crying and thought it was coming from under the house, until you started cussing and screaming after you found him in the toilet, with water half way up his belly.
Well..... you let him keep that puppy and he turned out to be a good dog. Robbie named him Badger and he lived to a ripe old age. You did the same thing everytime I asked for a new animal I would find.......Like our Chiahuahua Chi Chi.

It's the small things I will miss the most. I know times were hard and things were bad sometimes. I wish we could have had the life we all wanted. That never happened. But it does not mean I will not miss you, or that I did not love you.
Daddy, I will not be able to be there to see you off........That breaks my heart. But I guess it's for the better, becasue I cannot say goodbye,
So for now......I will just say, "Goodnight Daddy....I'll see you in the Morning"
Love
Leisa      

 

 

 

 

 

                     

 

Quick link to our first book published through LuLu.com.

"THE INNER SPIRIT"

by the POETS OF ENLIGHTMENT...

 

http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/the-inner-spirit/6946379

 

Come one, come all and take at peek, we hope you will enjoy what you find within these pages and carry something away in your heart after reading that will make you return, time after time..

Blessings to ALL.

 

 

 

 

 

Below is a quote from Paul Harvey that really conveys my feeling better than I can express them myself. If each of us would use this as a guide to living our lives, it would be so much more peaceful and worth the trip in this life!


Paul Harvey Writes:

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.  
  I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.  
  And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

  It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.  

  I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

  I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's scared, I hope you let him.
 
  When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.  
  I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

  I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.  

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.  

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.
 

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.
 

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.
 

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if I die before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.

We secure our friends, not by accepting favors, but by doing them.

 

 

A special honor was given to me today by my friend "The Crapaud". A special poem was written by this poet that has truly touched me. Thank you my brother, Walk Well in your path.

 

Ta'sha
by The Crapaud on May 13 

A lonely spirit dances amongst the misty trees,
Starlight for a head dress grass stains on her knees.
Wolf through the shadow slips, silent and unseen.
Never straying far from from the places she has been.
His promise once given remains still unbroken
His howl in the night is the obvious token.
I watch for your safety where ever you sleep
And here in my heart your mercy I keep.
So here in Caddoan is the perfect end.
Wolf equals Ta'sha which in turn equals friend.

 

The word Ta'sha is pronounced phoneticaly. This piece was inspired by a Caddoan legend, after reading SpiritMothers biog page and looking up Caddo on google. Blessings on you SpiritMother


:
Another Sister honored this humble soul with an acrostic she wrote. Below is the poem, thanks for the Honor "NightHope". She is another exceptional poetess as well. Please read some of her brilliants works.
Acrostic ~ SpiritMother
by Night Hope on Jun 03

S  ouls shimmer under your
p  olishing hands, warmed
i  n your
r  adiant embrace ~ we are
i  lluminated by your
t  ouch of Life, weaving words into
M  emories. As you
o  pen your Heart & unveil its dance, your sacred
t  ruth is revealed across a brilliant
h  orizon of dreams ~ you step gently on this glowing
e  arth, ever
r  eady to offer a glance towards Infinity.

 

                                             

 

 

Additional Infromation:
If you would look on further down the page of this bio, you will see that I can be whatever I wish to be in my poetry. I can be the darkness in dreams, the shadow on the sidewalk, the light of the moon, the breeze that lifts the hair or the words that bring laughter from deep inside. That is the beauty in writing, you become what you write at the moment, life experiences are the greatest tools to use to bring that ability to life. That Spirit that dwells in each of us, just waiting to be let out for a little while!

 

 

 

(I am of Caddo-Choctaw, Apache heritage), I walk the "Good Red Road" of Shamanism. Creator abides in us all through our spirit..... "It is the choices we make in this life that leads us ever upwards towards Creator or leaves us mired in our own dysfunctions", looking back at the "what might have beens".... I do feel that I must make a little distinction between Shamanism and Religion... Even though we do believe in a "Higher Spirit"that we call the "Creator", the teachings in their own right have no "Religious Name" ...( Such as Catholic, Protestant, etc.)... Many times have we been called "Pagan", so if that is what you wish to perceive, then that is your choice... No right or wrong...just a perception that will be honored, for that is your idea of truth in your own mind... There is one person that I recently met on AP that has touched my heart and soul with their writings. That person is "Presence". Thank you for being a big "PRESENCE" in my life. Others will be added as they come along for there are many here who's poems touch me deeply. Thank you to all.
Blessings Always!