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 

INDIAN DREAM KICKER

Words that woke me from my nap today.

To remember I did a quick sketch.

Click on image to see it WHOLE

 

THE RASCAL 

Kickin' me awake all the time

Recognition

In the land of recognition (now)

How can I say? 

Watching faces

Remembering times

When first we met

And I don't mean recently

Connecting dots

and they are everywhere

Like stars

Moons 

Bright waves of remembering

It's good to know you

again

not inside

they locked me out again. dangit. 

GREAT! - my plan is working.

The Enduring Valley of Light

My first breath was orange blossoms.
My second breath, drops of rain...

My eyes were let to feast on towering mountains and kind rolling hills. Green mountains, purple during dusk light, but shockingly pink after and before. This explains why my hair went gray in that one spot.

All the shocking pink I had to endure.

This is what they fed me...can you imagine?

There were so many introductions: I was bid to leave my shoes inside so I could get to know dirt better. I was made to walk side-by-side with poison leaves, then sit through stories about how bridges were built with rainbows and where the ancient-ones left their beads and why the heart-rocks came to live in the river.

Oh, the river.

Where naked sun taught me to trust as I held boulders with supple arms and a curious young belly. Where cold water showed me to lift my feet and stay focused on maintaining stride. Where mineral springs enchanted me under the canopy of night, while lucid winds haunted whiny sycamore.

That's how they fed me.

That's how I love.

My first breath was orange blossoms.
My second breath, drops of rain...

but what is love?

When I close my eyes I see one extraordinary gossamer thread woven many billion times around the Earth. Threaded through our heart source, it links every one of us - to every one of us.

By this luminous silken line we share impermanence, permanence and the allusive concept of time. Past present and future exist here, but simultaneously. In the weaving and the woven, all information is stored. Our hearts - the button holes, by which we are sewn into the Grand Design.

The thread that makes us human.

When I close my eyes I hear every cry - near or far,
resounding, whispering. Tears fall and we all cry a little.

The love line tugs.

When I close my eyes I feel every euphoric boom of laughter
filling, completing us - making the world more light.
Every line etched deep within our skin, a gift.

Recognition - we are all the same.

Painted with prayers.
Strung like jewels.

By One Extraordinary Gossamer Thread.

Rocking it.

the way you are
is what i hope to be
old
dirty
somewhat enlightened
somewhat nonchalant

always unconventional
and
never perfect

but close

*

The Pioneer of This...

The incentive is clear...

When you are ONE standing before a confluence of trees and winter is coming
and you have no home
and you have no food

you either,
begin looking for a good place to die

or,
you start building a home and gathering food

with what is before you

You have to make, with what you have, because that is what you have been given.

and if you make good use of what you have
and ask politely...

The giving keeps giving...

We are the pioneers of all this. The pioneers of our own bounty. Carving our own landscape. Fashioning our own home.

We need WATER to keep us FLUID. FRUIT to keep us SWEET. We need WOOD to keep us WARM, and EARTH to keep us HERE. We need SKY to call us forward and MOON by which to sleep.

Then...when SUNSHINE returns we will know how to gather it under our sails, cherish more,
and recycle it throughout the year

with gratitude,

and SO MUCH LOVE

Hungry Still

Craving still.

Knowing you know how to say what I’m thinking

Knowing you have already thought what I’m saying

Knowing that you are how I’m feeling

Hungry still.

Knowing you KNOW the pleasure I take in eating

Knowing you have already prepared me - MORE...

Knowing that you ARE what you’ve fed me

Looking still.

Knowing you KNOW my heart is with you

Knowing you know I COULD be with you

Except that I know, that you know, that I know, that I can’t

Or you can’t


Want what we already have


Except, we do

tribe

Do you remember the floor plan? They showed us how to do it, by making us be it. Stacked us up - on top - below - side-by-side. Some of us held the ceiling, some of us made the floor, some were the cool inside, some baked in the heat. But there we were - breathing each other - using each other - helping each other. And then there's the sun of course...to put light, so to see. And then there's the moon...by which to know. And that was basically it. That was basically the floor plan.