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The light always finds a way in. May the light find its way into your day my friend.

Stand up, there are choices before you. Some of them you are aware of and have been for a long time. Something has stopped you, an insecure perspective, an unexplained fear, or an desire to know more before your proceed The falcon over head has returned to reveal a secret, the smiling gatekkeeper lies, paintings green over ash. Believe not the dissolving promise of goodness from a history of bad. Truth ages well my friend, may you see from the falcons range.

Somewhere in the deep of every soul there is a wise one, a strong one. Lower the volume of the external noise filled world of myth and media, leading you toward something outside your gut, spending your talents on things you will toss to the earth. Place your attention on the warrior within who says Stop crying about things you can’t change or can’t have. Sit up my friend, and see the truth💕

The Crow
How do you prepare for the change that is inevitable. You may have won big battles, enjoyed fancy fanfare, and flown high on the wings of the eagle. But Today requires more than the achievements of the past. Be willing to take flight once again with the clever curiosity of the crow, it will deliver you once more from the barriers and strip away fears that limit your thoughts and abilities.

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The north wind is on its way!

Long before the great rule book and the golden crown of lofty loyals, The shaman with no path laid out, took a journey with-in to discover the journey ahead. Great intuition led his thought up with the rising smoke to sail as the eagle over the land. “ you are exactly where you need to be, doing exactly what you need to do”. Don’t expect something different than what you have. Today, start with what have my Friend.

Evening and Gratitude,

When the noise of the day slows in a familiar way. The coolness of the earth sucks at your ankles, as geese return to their home with no walls. The evening dissolves into the lavender dusk. We know it and have felt it. The trees and critters settle down for the appearing stars as the silent dusty rose ripples along the edge of the shadows. Together we are, where words don’t exist.
It doesn’t matter where we are, on this little blue globe, if we stand in shoes, boots or barefoot, we feel mother earth, sharing her love each evening.
A lone rider and his pony responds to this home that stretches into forever.

He became aware of an anxious fire that burned around him. None could see it, or hear it. Invisible to the senses. All he knew is, this to will pass, and it did.... he just watched his feet take one step then another. Sometimes in life, things are hard, unclear or confusing. May you move though these times taking one step at a time, my friend.

He was young and had only a few feathers. This new comer did not say much, until they asked what his name was, “Standing Big“ he said. That is when they noticed the grizzly claws around his neck and the white paint on his forehead. A “goliath“ did not see the “David“ in his young frame. Big mistake.

You have waited, you have listened, you are ready, use your talent. How can you add more clarity to your low resolution ideas? Strip away your programed behavior, there is more to you and your talent than meets the eye. Find a way to stand big, speak up, do it, and be bold. You are ready for something more my friend.

The last of the evening sun sliced across the red horizon. He had live through rough patches and had a blind eye and the scars to prove it. Redtail had been here before, but this time it was different. He knew the cunning quickness of the weasel, and had the tails to prove it. No longer could it take him down. His Blindspot, his weakness, required that he relied on deeper instinct, one that steadied his resolve, and gave him the silent focus of a hawk. Tonight at sunset, his name became Redhawk. In spite of your weaknesses, you my friend will not lose if you never give up and never give in.