This day would come...
It has been prohesized.
Changes even in the levels of our water can reveal our prescence.
Though for our Mother Earth,
it has been our siege of her.
A siege never ends well.
We might better open our hearts to each other, ourselves and Mother Earth. 
Time does not await.
Embrace who we are, make the necessary changes to do so.
Spirit has long waited since the day we started.
tofer

It all started on the New Moon in early Summer
Well actually, now that I think of it...
it started in the spring.
I didn't know then, other than being a Steward of the Earth  ~
that anything more was occurring than being entrusted in the burial.
I would do my thing ~ that Mojo that Kris does.
Then four days after it all "started on the New Moon" in early Summer, I knew. 
I went to the water, as instructed by the Elder.
I had prepared a bouquet of flowers from my garden as a gift of Reverence and Peace.
I harvested fresh Spinach and Wild Strawberries as an offering.
I was prepared to ask the Water Spirit for a favor ~ a request.
I followed the instruction...
I inquired assistance in my matter.
I asserted my role in in being the Steward. 
I laid to rest a great Messenger of the Sky.
After doing so, being approached in a Sacred manner ~
I was requested to honor an Elder.
And now the Great Messenger was back in the womb.
The Moon was new.
I stood with my back to the Water.
I beseeched the Creator.
I turned to face the Water Spirit.
I acknowledged my relation.
I queried the Water ~ and set afloat the gifts.
Four days after...
The Great Messenger returns.
My request was answered.
I fulfilled my request.
I honored the Elder.
I lay the second Great Messenger to rest.
Some months later...
I return to the site ~ the first Great Messenger...
the Earth removes easily.
The skeleton remains clean and intact ~ with one exception ~ a huge wound to the head  ~  the skull riven.
Death was imminent for the Great Messenger.
Fast forward to today...
A Coopers Hawk fly's into my house and hangs out in my rafter.
Four days ago I gave the second and final rest to the first Great Messenger. 
Back to our Mother Earth ~ all but one bone.
I asked to be shown a sign... that to keep a bone was ok...
that to have solved a mystery as to why, in the spring, such a strong and beautiful Great Messenger of the sky had fallen.
Peace to the Messenger ~ Thank you for the Message.
tofer




 

Today, not like every other.
Today I shed the tears.
Today I share the loss of dear family friends who feel their loss.
Today I recall the hardship we all may endure.
Today I recall the beauty that life has in companionship.
Today I am reminded, once again, how important the commitment we make is ~ that to each other and for each other,
in times of transition, it helps.
tofer

Good evening Stone.
"Good evening", say the Stone.
Tell me Stone, what is the meaning of falling in love?
"Well, (replied the Stone). Foremost of love, in perspective of your request, we should define the use of the term 'falling' in context of the question".
What do you mean? I asked.
"Since the term 'falling' refers to dropping, decreasing, or even a subsiding, I submit to you that its use here reduces any potential for full actualization of any answer I could give mentioning the term love.
Please, go on, I asked.
"Since our human relations must adjucnt this action of love, they would be better off to suppliment the term 'climbing'.
As love increases all senses physically, emotionally and spiritually, you can understand, that even though Love does not climb or fall, by pre-emption of its use this way, climbing would suggest an equvilant vibration".
I see. Thank you.
"You are welcome. Would you now like me to define the meaning of climbing in love"?
Thank you, no. l believe this sensible exercise, in the use of terms, has  provided a meaning. 
"Peace", said the Stone.
Peace, I replied

Good morning  Creator.
"Good morning Kris", replied the voice.
Thank you so much for this glorious sunny start of this day.
"Oh it is nothing", responded the  voice.
"It is my mood on this morning. I dig bringing joy into the counterparts of my own heart.
Joy is addictive. And so let it be the CAP on your morning".
The CAP, what do you mean? I asked.
"Why Compassion, Acceptance and Peace of course... the counterparts of Joy", said the voice. 
"It is with the Sun on this morning, I offer each of you the CAP".
Thank  you, said I.
I will wear it.
I will show Compassion.
I will be a model of Acceptance.
I will share the Peace.
After all, Joy feels  great!
Peace on this day of Thanks-Giving.
tofer.

With a fire at my back and the moon out ahead, I await the jouney in slience.
My body Lingers in a wieghtlessness.
My mind is still.
My spirit, in its Peace, knows already...
I am the vehicle.
And subject to any destination ~ lies within.
tofer

Going with the flow ~ following my instincs...
I inquired.
What could be the worst I could hear?
I asked.
I ran with the Spirit.
~ My body felt like a big balloon.
~ My heart fluttered in liue of the reply.
And for the moment, I was in a midway place ~
one of feeling the energy when delivering a message from Spirit,
the other, being present within the reality of the question I had just delivered.
The latter... was both hard and easy.
I was equally hypnotized and grounded too.
Running with the  Spirit, the flow captured me.
And if, as my inquiry were common, (it is not), the flow ran with the Spirit.
That's how it got started.
Not my usual journey ~
now like a voyage over water, I am sailing with the Spirit ~
I lie ahead, in Peace, anticipating the Flow.
tofer.

Below Are pics and the inspired words about a drum making workshop over the course of this past weekend here on my land. It was a great experience.
If you have thought about making a drum and would like to inquire about the next Drum Workshop please feel free to contact me. 

Three hoops encircled our limbs.
We stood in a ring holding hands to form the hoop.
Fire burned at the center of our Sacred space.
Our bodies, our minds and our hearts... we came together ~ with one voice, beseeching all of our relations.
Three hoops would soon transiton ~ take dress of skin, form a body.
And with a voice, accompany our voice. And with a beat, accompany our heart.



 

In lieu of who we are, each Drum shall tell a story.
And in the end, we shall have allowed ourselves this sacred rite to a place of Peaceful transition.

Check out this article about the Psychic Fair last weekend in Watertown.

Psychic event soothes participants

I dare not speak of what tears open my heart.
When the heart rips, it bleeds ~ and now...
our Mother Earth's heart sheds too much for my own to spill.
I would not have the reserves to imbibe even what is shed.
For all reserve is lost in the overflow.
Therefore I will my intent.
With my left eye, I stare outward.
From deep within my core, my gaze impregnates the Earth with
Peace from within.
I am nothing without my Mother Earth ~
I would have no recollection.
Furthermore, it makes good sense to be in Peace.
Peace is safe.
tofer