I've been coming to this place for several days now... I get ready to write something and then pull away.
Sometimes because richer conversations have been taking place. Filled with discovery, shadows,playful teasing and a long road almost Home.
Sometimes I have hesitated through the power of words.
Words are both spoken and heard but that does not always mean both are in rhythm... words spoken will touch each who listen in different ways, personal ways and I have learned a hard lesson of recent. Words spoken without hearing them first from the heart of they who were going to hear them. Words spoken without the intention nor meaning that they held once heard.
I have written things recently and again learned the responsibility of writing, sharing. My last three posts concerning the BlackHawk incident at WoundedKnee are proof to that and I Pray that growth and humbleness was felt from the first to the last.
I'm learning,I'm slipping back into a quiet. I'm listening.
This is new to me. I have always been an Artist and except from one crazy Christian when I was at Art College, my work has never caused a bad reaction. Art can be very powerful and out of all our senses it would seem the visual is what most use the most. Yet it has been words that have bought me to my knees, wondering and Praying.
One of my Sun Dance brothers posted something on Facebook recently and I re-posted it on mine. It is the story of the warriors bringing their weapons as an honoring... the dark warrior placed a tongue before everyone. This is the most powerful weapon that can lift you back to your feet or bring you to your knees and even get you to put down the Canupa he explained.
Often in Ceremonies the Spirits leave us with the wisdom that the tongue is the most dangerous weapon we have... it's our responsibility as to how we use it.
