The Ride Home - A Documentary & Web Series

  When my brother Atma shared he would be an instrumental part of the team of film makers documenting THE RIDE HOME - my heart sprang open! Being born into a lineage of Native American people, we both have long felt the call to help bring healing to the wound that still cuts deep through the roots of North America. For this reason I am compelled to share this very special project and invite you to lend your support.

Ride Home Kickstarter Campaign

On firm request of the International Council of 13 Indigenous Grandmothers, a ground-breaking event is set to commence this June...

THE RIDE HOME resurrects the forgotten journey of this country's First Nation. Born from a vision received by Grandmother Margaret Behan (Arapahoe-Cheyenne); A mass healing for native and non-native people alike, will unfold in retracing the bittersweet steps of the Cheyenne Exodus of 1878.

On the back of Wild (rescued) Mustangs, riders from varied backgrounds will sew the path of forgiveness and closure, through invocation, ceremony, story-telling and personal reclamation.

This important passage of empowerment (for all-nations), will be documented by a small crew of film makers not only for historical purposes, but to educate on a global scale - the importance of releasing cultural grievances, embracing forgiveness as a means of transformation and returning to the root of peace.

PLEASE HELP MAKE THE DOCUMENTATION OF THIS JOURNEY POSSIBLE! Funding is needed to support this ride, the film crew, and production expenses. All support is appreciated - either financially or by helping share the Kickstarter Campaign or The Ride Home Facebook Page with your audience. Time is of essence.

Please follow this link to learn more about this historic event and donate what you can....  http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1834620749/the-ride-home-a-documentary-and-webseries 

Libra with a Scorpio Moon: 10 Wild Secrets of Akka B.

photo of & by: akka b.

Secret #1: I was conceived in Native American healing grounds - near a creek, in a cabin, under some trees. 

Secret #2: I'm a Libra with a Taurus Ascendent and a Scorpio Moon. That means I'm a charming negotiator seeking balance between a very earthy, luxurious, beauty filled relationship to the world and good 'stuff' and a vivid calling to mystical dimensions, longing to to live as a hermit, delve into the psychic realms,  spiritual pursuits and leave the "real" world far far behind. 

Secret #3: I was raised in the multi-generational home my grandfather built. Meaning... with my two brothers, my parents, my grandparents and a dog.

Secret #4: We didn't go to church when I was a kid, we went to see an Indian Guru who I thought was Santa Claus. Well, I knew he wasn't Santa Claus, but he sure seemed as magical and even MORE magical than Santa Claus to me. He could read my mind and made my heart burst open like a thunder storm. 

Secret #5: When I was a kid I didn't like playing with toys or kids - they were an intrusion on my private River of Imagination. When kids did come over, I would hide the pictures of my Indian Guru in the closet so they wouldn't have a chance to make fun of the guy in orange with a strange bindi on his forehead. 

Secret #6: I'm actually an introvert.

Secret #7: I didn't think I would be a writer and I didn't try to become a writer - I just am a writer. I'm a writer because I'm an observer. I didn't talk much as a kid, I watched. Even when I started talking more, I kept watching - examining patterns and listening to everything that went unsaid. When I felt like it, I wrote my observations down. After a while I came to understand the healing power of words and embraced them as a means of self-expression and catalyst for transformation. 

Secret #8: I'm actually a healer. When I want to... I see lights around people and in the sky and IF I want to, I can see spirits and hear what people aren't saying out loud. When I was a kid I could use my hands to heal, now that I'm an adult, I use my words.

Secret #9: I'm a single mom to a 12-year-old amazing girl child, born on the hottest day in August after an owl left a feather on the lawn. She's my rock and I am her magician. 

Secret #10: I love mango's with all my heart. Please send me some.

Watching What I Think

Her lips are covered in beet juice again and her eyes have turned to green. But don't worry about the hearts slipping out the top of her head... 

That's pretty normal this time of year. 

Evidence of Their Influence; Evidently

I could leave poems where I find them, 

but they're always insisting I write them down.

Evidence of their influence; evidently

Sweet Big Tiger

Sweet Big Tiger with your sweet big toes and your tricksy big tiger tail. Savage like you're supposed to be savage, and passionate like you're supposed to be passionate, and powerful like all the best. But who gave you those rabbit paws Sweet Big Tiger? Who gave you that rabbit chortle, sweet big, fierce big, merciless big, restless tiger?

NOT A....

THIS IS NOT A POEM...

                              ...THIS IS A PICTURE OF A POEM

OFF THE PAGE

Photo Credit: Jonas MacPhail

poem fell off page again

pfft...

(typical poem)

it means...

well,

what it means is...

I'm on call 

day

&

night

could

be

PAGED

any time-

whatsoever

must always

arrive

prepared

for

anything;

which basically means

prepared for nothing

and

everything.

of

course.

typically
 

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Spirits ARE Talkin'

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The quietness of sunlight pressing me down 

into the driveway where I lay,

Under the driveway tree

Hungry hawk sends echo across skyline 

A kind of wind comes... 

Like smoke signals 

Listening

Every piece of Earth is talking now

Retelling about The Way

There is no considerable danger in ending

And no considerable ending, and no considerable beginning 

As we've been told so many times before

There is also no hawk, and yet there is hawk

No skyline, yet there is skyline

No sunlight, but sunlight yes

No wind

Yes wind

Listening and no listening

There is also no driveway, and yet there is driveway

Where I am laying, but not laying

Pressed by sun

Wind

Turned into smoke

And driveway tree 

A storm coming

But no storm

No coming

No going

and also, and therefore

Quiet. 

Spirits are talkin'

WASHING MACHINE

In your absence 

My mind becomes washing machine

Pieces of me sloshing

Turny 

Twisty

Rushing

Gushing

Hushing

Pieces I would like tucked neatly inside my drawer

Wet

Mingled

Stretched

Soaked

Undone

The purpose of washing

Wetting

Cleansing

Releasing

Form

Thank God for metaphors, truly

And eventual drying, resorting, folding, putting

Resting

Wrestling

Washing

Resting

Watching

Washing

Resting

More

THE PURPOSE OF DOING SOMETHING >>>>> cha cha cha!

DOING SOMETHING - cha cha cha!

Is one way to not do nothing. 

Trading your nothing for a something, is the same as trading something for a nothing, unless your nothing is the something that you are trading nothing for. 

Oh shoot. What have I done?

I'm not sure what doing something means actually. Except that sometimes when I've been doing one thing one way for a very long while, I know that the only way to change the way I've been doing that one thing... (that has begun to feel like nothing) is by doing something that I have never done before. OR by doing something that I used to do a lot of - that I forgot about - that I really used to like. OR by doing something very, very different from the way I would normally do that something.

Which to be quite frank, often requires doing nothing. Even though nothing often requires some sort of something. But I've probably already said that.

Bottom line is this.

DO SOMETHING - cha cha cha!

DO NOTHING - cha cha cha! 

 

Jungle Vines

I bet you want to know what I'm thinking?

and

I bet what you're thinking I'm thinking, is not what I'm thinking.

Do you really want to know?

Regarding those bars I might look like I'm locked behind...

simply

It's absolutely not true.

They're not bars at all.

They're jungle vines.