Are you waiting/weighting for the door to hit you in the but/butt???

 People do that. Weight/wait. Insulate, isolate and hold their/they're breath. I decided the wait/weight was over rated. I shed mine. I wanted to step it up. If your world was new and fresh and you were too, what EXACTLY would you DO? Grow my hair, laugh out loud a lot. Sing, play, dance and remember good stuff.  Be full of surprises and never keep a secret. Collect the joy from the hummingbirds who show up and be grateful for those tiny splashes of energy! Karma be done now!! Look it up and set a new course. Into the mist we go! Happy New Age!!

Sharing your gift

 I do it with my eyes/I's. I see - you see. I tell you when asked what I would do if I were you. That's it. I have been up on the back of a horse all my life. I gives me great everything. View, alignment, power, grace, beauty, and scares me once in awhile. I get to dress up or down, in or out, home or away.  Hat or not, boots or barefoot. If a human accepts the buzz of the fear factor they can do one of two things, ride or die. I chose to ride. When Marika, my rider, who for 15 years has been up on one of my horses, has a seizure, which she does many times a day, her core locks in. My horse holds the line. The energy is scene/seen. The exchange is made, the strength is amped up. When she wakes up, she is free to roam again. It is to all of us the greatest joy! Like watching a hummingbird, it is a miracle of nature. I/EYE am the luckiest girl in the Universe! Find your hummingbird, it is out there somewhere! I promise. See you in the barn. This is Montana and Marika, showing the world her superpower!!! Take your gift on the road, it is time to share the wealth!

ONE who sits on clouds

 My  Great Great-Grandmother's name on the Fort Peck census was wife of Jack Culbertson,  Maypiha  Culbertson, Yanktonai tribe. One who sits on clouds. My dad passed when I was 2, and with noise of thunder in the night our Nanny Wintermeyer told us it was our dad in the clouds having a rousing bowling tournament. It let us smile again. To all who sit on the clouds of our lives, we know you are watching. Carly can see raptors every where she looks up in the clouds. She knows too. So today, to all who watch from their/there cloud, I say Megwitch. Thank you for shade and beauty ever changing design and shade of grey, and protection. See in the above, so below. The within as the without. All is designed to divinely overlight the human's world. Miracles are everywhere, look again, the clouds moving, bringing

them in and out of view. JUST for you, AND, of course, Dr. Sioux/Su two/ too.

Horses and kids

 26 years for this world I built from a dream and a drawing. Today I conclude some of which I have done. I believe that sharing my joy of horses is helpful. It certainly is fun. I ask that littles wait until they are 6 to have a ride with me. Those molars must be in and locked for those hips to engage safely. Then you go to 1st gear or 1st grade. Safe and guarded yet freer than before. Is like being boosted up on a ladder. You see more and it's moving a little. Happy 6th Ira, see you in the arena. End of an era. Thanks for all the joy. Dr. Sioux/Su. 

Sliding into home plate

 Barely making it. Eye on the prize. If you were not raised home full, you simply haven't been taught where to look. Think about what home means to YOU. Mine was in the country but close to town. I could run or ride my bike there. I am a wider open spaces person. I have a need to wiggle. I see beyond sometimes and I GO THERE/THEIR. Mostly home is where my heart is. Animals, green space, comfort and a palate to decorate with my whims. GOOD food, fresh air, beautiful artwork and sleeping quarters that match me. How do our children perceive their homes? Some have yet to even have a home. Up to the plate, bat in hand, which way do I run? Show your power now. Are you up for a GRAND SLAM, or are you out again? Peace first, get into your body, and look around, YOU are HOME. It is you and that carcass you carry your self within. Learning the way for the day the grand slam comes you way. Eye/I on the ball now! see you in the field.

Energy larger than life?

 No, life is energy. Expressing it and absorbing it is the breath. Your breath is all over it. I smelled bad breath along the way. My cue to make another choice. Do that or NOT/KNOT. I decided not to for a minute. I learned I do NOT like it. Breath is free, it is yours and it takes and it gives.  If it needs to push you, it is your choice to accept or eject or reject or project.  Banks is particular about what he choices to here/hear and feel. I see that when he snaps his fingers. Divergence promotes discernment. Be your own breath. A fresh air. A light song. A funny thought. Today is a gift. Express the breath of relief. I am. REMEMBER - the word     it is ALL THAT IS! Create with that breath.

She is the MOTHER

 I share that title with Nature. The MOTHER. Hardest job I loved the most. In nature all bases are covered. I needed some rain last night and there she was. I needed some grass and she grew some. I needed a space to feel adventure, freedom, and support. She was everywhere. From the tiniest spark of loads of fireflies I live with, to the winds that blow the seasons in and out of time. She is magnificent. In her waters we are all reconnected. Find the water today. Ask for the spark and the connection. Just like plugging in a lamp! I will be at the St, Croix River all day, I need her and she loves me. Our paddle will remind her that we are still here for her, just like she is for  us.