Sunday, September 11, 2022

Signs of Maturity


Jedediah National Forest

Muyye Weyya,

Many blessings!  As I write this blog, it is during the final days of summer.  We at our northwestern California coastal front are enjoying most lovely weather.  Not the usual scenario.  The winds pick up during these times and the weather is cold.  This year I did not have enough energy and stamina to work our traditional Indigenous garden area by hand, where we plant our winter squash, beans and corn.  It was a long winter with much rain, more than our share from last year.  Hence, our season has been late.  So I guess I can understand our later summer.  However, there have been no winds and this year I did not plant any of my favorite mammoth sun flowers.  One problem I have with them is I have to stake them deeply in the earth because our strong coastal winds will blow them down. (Our sunflowers get to be 11 feet or more tall). This year no winds and no sunflowers, whom I truly miss.  Regardless, I paid heed to installing more flowers for our visiting pollinators, and they were very happy this year.  Many hummingbirds, moths, butterflies, dragonflies, birds and bees came to visit, and they not only like the flowers but the pond as well. Despite the damp climate we have here, nature loves water features and water in general.

Each year the seasons are mysterious, and I suppose that is the intrigue of the garden.  I continue to learn from the land every time.  Some plants relatives that are supposed to grow here don't want to show up.  Our tobacco that I planted last year, didn't want to visit, but this year decided out of the blue to show up  unannounced amongst our broccoli and brussels sprouts. Gardening for me, is like having children, you can't expect anything but accept them.  Some of them may be amazing producers and then others have to be quite coaxed along.  I had planted 3 zucchini plants. One is an over producer that almost took over the entire bed, another was first to give up babies but petered out early, (though I told her she was doing great and still so welcomed to be in my garden).  She still brings forth a youngster now and then.  And then there is a tiny little thing that the flowers seem to over protect it.  It doesn't seem to want to have babies and that's OK by me.  I am just so glad it showed up.

And as I grow along with the land here, I realize I must change to adapt to it. Therefore, I am preparing myself for next spring's gardening in all the garden areas with a tiller.  It has been many years I refused to bring machinery onto the land but if I am to sustain my life with a continued relationship with the land, I also must change when I need to.   We have only cultivated 1/3 of the area that we live on the land so that we do not drive away any original neighbors. We reserve a small patch of living area that we gate so that Auggie (our family Doxie) has domain and the intruding Racoons and Bear, Coyote or Cougar actually have kept us at bay since he's claimed his yard.  Oh, they come and visit, but there is no intrusion in comparison to when we first arrived.  Thanks to Auggie.  We are so grateful to him.  All our fur family members are so valuable.  

I think back on the early settlers who came to California and changed the landscape from grasslands to grazing lands for cattle.  Such a change brought the demise to our natural wetlands, where so many waterfowl made homes and immense indigenous eco systems thrived.  This change continued by developing and industrial colonists, bringing their designs and homeland invasive plants and animals into the natural indigenous habitat.  They did not intend to live amongst but to colonist the region. To make it theirs and to change the region to what they are used to. The earth loses her stamina from the support of her many environmental relatives that the flooding/drought, and climactic changes that our society knows quite well now, has become prominent every season in California.

I apologize for the history lesson. I am just in reflection as the season prompts me. According to the Elders who share teachings of the Medicine Wheel, autumn (omchu walli), from my matriarchal Tamalko language, speak of the maturation time.  It is the time when the human being learns to transition into an adult.  For most of us, it's hard to let go of the summer.  Many of us have memories of going on vacations and visiting family and/or relatives we hadn't seen.  I remember summer at home in northern California, and spending time with relatives going to Bodega Bay starting with early morning sea weed gathering and cooking our breakfast and meals for the day on the beach.  We all made great memories together.  My immediate family also took our summer vacations visiting my father's relatives who live in San Diego.  It was fabulous, going to the beaches there, fishing at night for grunions, visiting the San Diego zoo, and after-dinner story telling by my uncle and great uncle.  And of course, playing with my cousins that we hadn't seen for the entire year. 

But, when the crest of fall emerges, all the fun ends, and it's back to school, work and schedules. At least that was the perspective of a child.

However, from an adult, the vision is to come home again, to embrace the inner family once more. I see it as an acknowledgement of all the blessings we have in our lives, from our own children and homes to the relationships that support and sustain us on all levels of valued existence. Here in our inner circle, we take the time, as many say, to "batten down the hatches" to make or reestablish our secure foundations.  

The autumnal season allows us to reflect on what we have and what is important to use for the caring and sustenance of our lives and for those we love. So I guess we get a little more serious about things.  As the Elders remind us that fall is the adult season.  We grow up and take responsibility for our lives and those who need our care.  I always think about the autumnal season as a reclamation of who we are and making right again our walk upon the earth.  It is a time when we are more conscious of our actions and words.  When we have a deliberate consciousness of ways of being within our inner circle, we are then matured enough to follow suit outside among the rest of our relatives.

We at LUTEA begin our Medicine Wheel Wellbriety workshop during the fall season. I am always ready for the reflective work during the fall.   Internally I am really ready, but everything else doesn't respond as quickly but it follows eventually.  It usually takes about a month for us all to get to know eachother and to get familiar with indigenous practices and methods.  By then we are immersed into the autumnal season and very aware of our internal journey and thus have the strength and courage to walk upon the Red Road towards further growth and wisdom.

I believe we have the opportunity and are intuitively susceptible as creatures of the earth to be most aware of learning at this reflexive season.  The Earth continues to process life this season, even though the flowers slowly die, and the fruit of the vine have been harvested, leaving the debris to decompose. The smells of the process arise from the earth and they prompt us to be aware once again to new experiences.  Stark contrasts of darkening days, are the backdrops to vibrant hues of reds, golds, and coppery burnt oranges amid various shades of green and intermingling purples and reds. It is a rich world of a deeper awareness that those that have a mind and heart to appreciate the chance to touch a journey towards wisdom will understand. 

Imaging the richness of colors and earthy smells of the dampening lands reminds me of my favorite vegetable, the American indigenous winter squash.  Yes, I miss their presence in my garden this year, but I am grateful that I can still find pumpkins in our local farmers market.  So many autumnal foods honor our pumpkin relative from soups, pastas, appetizers, (i.e. pumpkin sage gnocchi and pumpkin ravioli that I love), and so many desserts and treats.  My favorite that I continue to make through the years is a pumpkin bread.  This bread is so moist and flavorful.  When I enjoy it with a favorite cup of tea, I am reminded of the warmth of home.  I am sharing my recipe with you in hopes you will make it sometime this season.  


2 cups of pumpkin (canned or fresh cooked) I usually roast mine 

1 cup of melted salted butter

3/4 cup of water

4 eggs

3 2/3 cups of flour

2 1/4 cups sugar

1 1/2 teaspoon of salt

1 teaspoon of nutmeg

2 teaspoons of cinnamon

2 teaspoons of baking powder

1 cup of raisins (I use golden raisins reminding me of the sun)

1 cup of chopped nuts (walnuts or pecans)

Blend the pumpkin, butter, water, and eggs until mixed.  Add the flour, sugar, salt nutmeg, cinnamon, and baking soda. Then add the raisins and nuts.  Pour your mixture into a greased and floured loaf pan.  Bake at 350 degrees F for 1 hour or until golden brown.  At times, I push a toothpick in the center just to make sure it's not sticky.  

Enjoy with your favorite cup of tea.

If you ever attend our monthly meditation session, we can share a cup of tea/coffee and take time to sample something from my kitchen, perhaps even my pumpkin bread.

Perhaps it is still too early, but when the nip of fall comes to us, let the blessings of tea time be in our lives more often.  Having tea was such an enjoyable pastime I wholeheartedly took part in the British Isles.  Tea time was often and whenever one had a moment to pause in the day.  Pauses are valuable in life.  Like a pause when a musician plays music, there is a slight lift from the movement and then a return to the flow of the piece. (peace?) Such pauses are never intended to break us away from life but to give a moment to look into it in a reposed setting. I like to think that's what the birds do when they drop into our pond and flitter so slightly in the water, refreshing their moment.  For they come back several times in an afternoon.  Who says we can't take as many breaks as we need?

So, my friends, as we head back into the flow of the haven/home/foundation of our relational world, let's please feel quite grand that we are moving into that realm of responsible choices.  Perhaps after we re account all that we have to work with as we journey into autumn, we may think a bit more cautiously. However, we are blessed, blessed to be here as human-beings able to live in our homeland of the Great Beautiful Mother Earth.  And, yes, we will make some serious decisions now and again, but we are also learning to care for our wellness in a good (lovely/pleasant) way.  As we continue this way of living a good life, we can come together and share warm moments of love and gratitude with eachother and a good cup of tea.

Hinaak Towis Hennak Weyya








Thursday, March 17, 2022

What is Hinnak Towis Henaak?

Indigenous symbol (hand) for healing

I awaken this morning to the acknowledgement that today is St. Patrick's Day.  The feast day in the Catholic religious tradition that honors Ireland's patron saint.  Feast days are not actually days of feasting.  Feast days are a religious and traditional practise in honor of a sacred moment or person (usually martyrs) that instills our connection to the Divine. The practise is much like Indigenous ceremonial observances. Indigenous traditional observances are seasonal and land based, they are acknowledgements of blessings and also hardships.  Indigenous traditional ceremonies last over a weekend up to 10 days.  Catholic Feast days last from one day to an average of a week.  The traditional Christmas feast observance was 12 days.  Our Christian observance of Easter was traditionally a week.  Contemporary society has shortened our days of feasting from a week to a typical day.  In traditional indigenous ceremonial practises, the duration of ceremonial days has stayed the same.  However, fewer community members take part.  Whereas, in the dominant society, the one day celebration has become secularized and most of the population takes part in their own manner.   
We return to St. Patrick.  The day that is observed is March 17 of any year, and is the commemoration of St. Patrick's death. Originally, he is honored for his miracles and what his efforts to bring Christianity to Ireland had done for the church. However, in the contemporary context, the general celebration is honoring the Irish peoples' heritage and culture.  
To put it plainly, celebrations are about heritage and culture.  They bring us together.  They help us to heal. 
So my question on writing this blog is What is Hinnak Towis Hennaak?  Hinnak towis henaak is a manner of wellness addressed in my California matriarchal ancestral language,Tamal Machchawko (Coast Miwok).  It literally translates to make/have a good life. For most indigenous peoples, making/having a good life is being well. A good life is wholeness and that wholeness for many of us is based and held together by culture, relatives, family/friends and our histories together that make up a heritage.  
We heal when we can come together in a good way.  We heal when we can establish good relationships with the land, ourselves in the world, our families and friends and what we do as we walk upon the Earth.  When we are well and good, many miracles can take place in our lives and the everyday occurrences are immense blessings, much aligned with St. Patrick and his legacy in the Irish community. 
From both a Christian and Indigenous perspective, miracles are the blessings that our connections to a spiritual consciousness and wellness establish in our lives.
We all have a heritage that connects us to our Mother Earth and to a specific region that can bestow to us knowledge and vitality, just as our relatives, the Irish and Indigenous people understand.  
Hinnak towis henaak, is a complete, well-rounded consciousness that is embedded in our minds, heart and hands.  How we think, how we feel, and what we do with ourselves stem from this consciousness.
Spring brings our sleepy, wintery awareness back to the land and to the world.  Once the sun shines brightly, we can not ignore its presence and neither can our plant relatives. When we learn to acknowledge them, we can learn to have relationships with them.  
After the long winter, I know I am ready to work on eating more fresh foods that the land offers in abundance locally, and I can take better care of my digestive system.  
From the onset of our new year 2022, I've returned to some of my old practises.  One is sourdough bread baking research, and kombucha brewing.  Both practices incorporate fermentation production. 

sourdough loaves
Sourdough loaves

First of the year's Kombucha batch

Indigenous peoples always included fermentation methods in their foods. Basically, most of the fermented foods we eat today were introduced only recently by folks who appreciate cultural traditional foods and know the benefits.  Yogurt is a traditional food in the Himalayas and in India for millennia.  Kimchee is traditional, and used for centuries in Korea.  Even in aboriginal California, acorns have also been fermented, especially in the high north country.  The Karuk continue to practise the processing of the fermented acorn dish called Pish. Those of us that have Eastern European connections enjoy sauerkraut, another example of fermented food.  European and Mediterranean foods such as pickled beets, onions, peppers, etc. continue to be on appetizer tables and eaten before meals to aid in digestion.  

Pish Acorns

As we age, our digestion requires more attention, especially if we have not incorporated the habit of eating fermented foods.  I have many friends who, in the aging process, can not eat what they used to because of digestive concerns.  I have always been sensitive to bread, pastas, and red sauces.  Even more so as I have been aging.  Hence, the fermented foods are a welcome into my palate.  I am working to have my husband embrace them as well.  I will not bore you will all the benefits of fermented foods.  We are in the information age and a click away will do the trick. 

Again, the process of fermentation takes time.  If anyone has home brewed, you understand you will not get results immediately.  The process is learning to have patience with a step by step routine.  
When I make sourdough, I usually set up in my calender, every two weeks for the process.  I make two loaves and they are good for a couple of weeks for my husband and myself.  You can always freeze one loaf.  Many times I give one loaf away.  I usually take an evening to the next midday for the actual bread-making process. It's worth it. I do it all by hand, and I have to say that it's like working on the earth, and one of the most grounding and rewarding experiences as it benefits all round, emotionally (very calming), physically (I put in the effort and make a relationship with my kitchen and the bread itself), mentally (I know the goodness that will come from producing healthy foods) and spiritually (I'm taking time out to be within the process of creation). 

I used to make Kombucha back in the 90s because it was a healthy food fad back then. I got the scoby mushroom from a friend, and made lots and lots of kombucha.  It wasn't that tasteful, so my family did not help me drink it.  Hence, I eventually gave it up, because I was doing fine, digestive wise then. 

Present day, Kombucha is not a fad, but for many a drink they prefer because of the benefits and because of the taste.  The taste has improved with the use of fruit juice and additional fermentation. Now, Kombucha is a refined connoisseur beverage.  It is the beverage of my choice because I know what I put into my brews, and I also add additional fermentation with organic juice I add to the bottles that give a fiz.  It is like drinking a health food soda pop without the chemicals and immense sugars. It takes me two weeks to make the foundation brew and an additional 3-4 days for the second fermentation to get the fizzy drink.  Depending on your taste, you can brew for a month, or a week.  

With all that being said, to live a good life, we must own it and we make our own decisions on how we wish to live.  For the most part, it takes a bit more effort and time out of life for the really important things in life ... our health and our wellness. 

So in the manner of Hinnak Towis Henaak, I am leaving you will a sourdough recipe that I have enjoyed.  This recipe is from Gemma Stafford, Irish baker: Perfectly Crusty Sourdough Bread Recipe for Beginners. 

For Kombucha information: You Brew Kombucha

Thank you for visiting and if you have any questions contact me.

PS: Also look into LUTEA's event page for any wellness events and programs.  They are all free to attend. 
We are presently preparing for our annual Mending Broken Hearts Healing Journey that supports those of us going through trauma, loss or grief.  This is open to everyone who is willing to learn and participate in an Indigenous perspective of healing. Mending Broken Hearts.

Monday, September 20, 2021

How do we find "hozho" ...... Balance?


November Twilight
November Twilight By David Hoffman

Last night was the first good rain we had in Del Norte for a very long time. I woke up by my husband's snoring at 4:30 am.  I was a little annoyed because I had to be up earlier than usual to prepare for LUTEA's monthly morning meditation, and I knew there was no way of me returning to rest once awake.  

However, in adjusting to the darker morning awareness, I realized I heard raindrops on the skylights. I waited in anticipation as we all knew there was a possibility of rain, and have been anxious for it within this long drought, but I also did not want to be disappointed if the rain passed us by.  So I lie there waiting for more drops. And, slowly they gathered a momentum where the sound of the rain was so marvelous that I felt that cozy warm feeling that a fall rains brings.  The one that lulls you to sleep and the same one that holds you still in bed feeling like in a warm cocoon, and not wanting to leave the embodied connection of comfort's embrace.  It's a feeling of beauty.  How do you feel beauty?  You just know it.

David Hoffman's photo above, of the vibrant colors and the stark dark images and shadows emit beauty and power both contributing to an equal value because of the intensity of differences.  I believe that beauty is life experiencing equality and being conscious of it.  It is not so much an aesthetic, (even though our society likes to classify things into a category or label) though I believe it can become an aesthetic once experienced.  

Many compare being in love to finding beauty in life.  Love does offer many antidotes to life, i.e. peace, harmony, value, and balance. When one feels love, it does not necessarily equate that the object of the affection is also feeling love. He, she, they, may, may not, but when one embodies love, the beauty of it overpowers the need to make sure.  It just exists. Even if the world may be falling apart, those that embrace love believe that they can weather through the storms of life.  How?  By traveling through the differences of what the Navajo explain as being of smooth mind.  And there is a word for this state as balance or Hozho.

Hozho is the word for balance and also a sacred reference to the name of the Creator in the Navajo or Na-Dene linguistic family. It comes from an ideology of possessing a deep relationship between place and Self. Such a connection would definitely have a divine influence. To achieve such a relationship, a person/people experienced a very long history of events within their regional environment for centuries. Such a relationship I would say lives within the DNA,  There was no need for an Audubon, Linnaeus, Agricola or Jung, as each person through oral history and personal connection to the landscape and all life in the environment embodied the knowledge and wisdom of their seen and unseen world.  

All indigenous people have a very similar ideology.  The Navajo, just have a beneficial way of articulating this consciousness for the general populace, brought through non indigenous author Keith Basso, who studied them.

Many indigenous peoples did not have words to identify imbalance because the focus was primarily on peace, harmony and goodness.  Even when storming the seas, there was always a fundamental vision towards getting back to wellness and to the flow in life.  I would say this is human nature.  To find wellness.  Therefore, to punish, and to lose faith and hope for a future in anything, was the last thing deliberated upon. 

If we examine the Hawaiian language, there is no word for goodbye.  My matriarchal indigenous heritage also carried a similar ideology.  For Hawaiians Aloha is love and is used for saying hello and also goodbye.  In my ancestral Coastal Miwok language tamal machchawko, when greeting each other one asks “Are you good?” And when parting typically  what was said, “Don’t forget me.” Furthermore, there are no words for religion, or art or justice or out of balance.  The focus was on balance, and its embodiment was active.  When there is no embodiment, there is a search for it outside of ourselves.

When I share my thoughts on balance and refer to Indigenous people, that includes all people and their ancestral connections.  All of our ancestors came from somewhere originally on this planet and lived there for a very long time.  They had a relationship with their environment and they also held expert knowledge from that environment, and that place gave them a sense of belonging, wealth, and beauty.  I'll also use the word that everyone is catch-phrasing to the max today, as "identity". 

Since the influx of settler consciousness, in our most ancient knowledge-keeping world (considered since contact, as the "New World") the attitude of place is ... its monetary value must hold up to make a good commodifying profit.  Settlers look at the environment on how to modify it quickly as possible with the least amount of dollars so that in the near future they will sell it for the most they can get.  There is little time or effort taken to consider the needs for environmental cohesiveness or the impact that their modifications are doing to the entire region.  The true value and wisdom of the region gets bulldozed, covered over and disappears.

There is another scenario, that I refer to regarding my homelands of California.  Spanish settlers modified the environment to make it look like Spain and called California "New Spain".  They cut grass lands that began the demise of the wetlands. Land was modified to build rancheros and missions.   The tradition continues.  From the beginnings of such contact historical documentation refers to the flooding, drought and erosion of land that began within modified regions.  Very little has been left to its original state and is continually being modified.

Why do I bring up such discouraging information?  I bring these facts up to consciousness because we must understand that we can not fix something that stems from a belief system that is foreign to the health and welfare of the ailing source.  In simplest terms, when we are ill what works best for the welfare of the infirmed is from the wisdom and knowledge and sources that support the wisdom and customs of the lands and peoples. 

Today many colonial developments are reexamining indigenous knowledges and consciousness that was eradicated by their own initiatives.   It's safe to impart that most of the technologies and knowledges for wellness in all the world have come from indigenous knowledge and resources, then commodified and mis-appropriated to benefit the egos/status and pockets of the scientists, pharmaceuticals, and the legal business of ownership and power.  

I reiterate that wellness was always the foremost focus within indigenous communities.  Spiritual, emotional, mental and physical, pretty much in that order. In the dominant society it is in reverse order.  When folks who are suffering spiritually, emotionally, physically and mentally are given food and psychiatric care from a person who is usually very privileged and has no consciousness of the issues that befall their client and are being paid to do so. How can there be genuine empathy and urgent compassion to support wellness? There is usually judgement, classification and detachment, as all western science praises objectification.  

We at LUTEA, come from a legacy of brokenness brought about through the historical and consistent impact of the colonial culture and we find healing and wellness with a return to ourselves and our heritage.  We have learned to accept the darkness and the light and to walk in the beauty of knowing that the vision is embodying lifeways that support wellness for all relatives on the land and hopefully support this return to others.

We work to uphold the White Bison teachings that were originally produced to be shared to all peoples.  Typically, these teachings are offered and funded predominantly through Indigenous communities.  

Though we have supported several indigenous communities in California. As a nonprofit we advocate the Elders original request that the workshops be made available for everyone.  We do not work for any tribe/organization other that to support our Del Norte community and beyond, especially those who do not belong to recognized tribes or are living amongst communities where they do not feel they belong as well as for anyone who is looking for a traditional manner of healing that is aligned with and affiliated with Elders and their teachings and culture.  Not only are we staunch advocates of the teachings and protocols, we are Indigenous Elders and registered certified facilitators with White Bison.  We walk the Red Road as a give away to those who are committed to doing the work to return to themselves.

Join us every third Monday of the month for our monthly talking circle.  Everyone is welcome.  However, as with all intimate events and workshops each person much ask to participate for themselves.  We know that all of us know of someone who we care about that would benefit with these practices but the person must come forward themselves.  Everyone is welcome.  

Presently, we offer two long running workshops a year.  We recently finished our Mending Broken Hearts workshop that addresses grief, trauma and loss.  This workshop is a 16 week journey.  There is no homework.  All the practices are accomplished at the weekly meetings together.  Each person must be willing to be open to participate and to learn ancient methods yet new ways compared to those from colonial society for being with others.  We will open this workshop up again in the spring of 2022.  We will open it for online and perhaps in person participation as well.   If you are interested please contact us. 

In addition, we offer the Red Road Medicine wheel 12 Step workshop.  We are presently underway with the program.  Those that began the journey with us are getting acquainted with the Elders' teachings and methods to work the program.  If any of you are familiar with the program and presently working on a particular step, and would like to join us when we start to work your step; contact us if you'd like to join us for that session. 

As we enter the time on the planet once again when all life witnesses the changes towards living in balance on the Autumnal Equinox, seeking internal work is a natural process.  Our teachings tell us that change comes from within.  Something stirs within us to urge us to pay attention to how we feel about our lives, and our world. The seasons always help us to step back and pay attention.  I believe the seasons make me realize that the great mystery is governing the universe and our small part in it on our planet is being guided in real time.   Such a omnipotent realization. 

I always look forward to hozho. 

Muyye Weyya


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Thursday, May 13, 2021

A Light Towards Wellness

Walli Nis Hii!

A Light towards Wellness

Greetings and blessings in this new joyous season! We are amid the strongest of Springs' spirit, and it is beautiful.  Mid Spring.  In my ancestors' words, we are grateful for this day. In our ancestral language of Tamal Machchaw, day and sun are the same words. The sun never leaves us as day is experienced by many people on the planet even though others may not. The sun may dim, yet it comes out again. And our lives reflect the sun as well. We are still here. The sun gives us hope. Despite the dark winter and journey of last year's covid trials (in all our lives,) we are emerging through the gift of vaccine and the work and efforts of so many of our relatives that help keep us afloat. Today as I write I am so very grateful to look out my window and see the plants in my garden show their green colors, and I know that the spirit of life once again is returning to us.  
My Indigenous ancestors believed and prayed for the future.  When life unfolds upon the planet, life as a living testament reveals the world is good.  It is something to rejoice in. Ceremonial celebration expresses the joy to being here in the world, living a good life in goodness and in wellness. Wellness and goodness were and are today highly valued qualities of being a human being in an indigenous conscious society.
My ancestors also understood when life would be difficult. They lived and died through 500 years of diasporic history upon their own lands.  However, they are not the only humans that have within their genetic consciousness trauma, loss and unresolved grief.  All our ancestors have passed down to us historical trauma embedded in our DNA. Many had left their own homelands to find safety and a good life because of the war induced experience they survived from. War in its many identities and definitions has been the culprit for the tragedies, trauma and the brokenness of our humanity.  Unfortunately, the war business has the science and medical fields in a constant mode of research and invention.  As technological advances produce more lethal and toxic manners of operation, they tax the medical field to generate methods of mending the wounds induced by war technology.  As colonization has built our society, it follows suit that our people revolve around technological advances to protect us, give us more power in everything we do and acquire within the physical world necessities and enhancements in physical capabilities and attributes.   However, what about the mind, heart, emotion and spirit?  Isn't the internal and spiritual qualities of being a human being as valuable as the body for wellness?   Our society today holds humanity's internal nature in a stepchild position regarding values within the order of healing and care compared to the physical aspects of wellness.
I return to my Indigenous ancestors. For the last 500 years, indigenous peoples have had to travel a road of healing and recovery silently and invisibly.  Interestingly, within indigenous societies there is less shame or fear to find that road because they highly value healing and wellness. Being well wholistically was and is a honorable pursuit in life. 
For many who do not know the histories of indigenous peoples on Turtle Island (the land mass of North/South America, Canada and Yukon/Alaska) most Indigenous peoples avoided war and held protocol, and healing practices for their community members that were preventative.   Trauma and loss are life experiences and there were countless levels and modalities of healing practices applied so that our relatives could return to the community as contributing members of the society.  Wellness and health is a fine guarantee for a nation to discover its excellence.  Excellence for indigenous communities is that its peoples believed in a wholistic approach and awareness for life.  Therefore, the spirit, emotional, intellectual and physical aspects of the human being were all incorporated in wellness and healing practices for balance.  Many times trauma predominantly affects the emotional and the spiritual qualities of a person and thus was attended to first in order to prevent any possibility of a long term physical symptom or ailment.  In addition, each person was treated in respect as an individual situation.  Everyone experiences trauma, loss and grief individually.  No one comes out of a stressful occurrence the same.
Humanity has been experiencing exponentially (and continues to experience trauma and loss), from the recent COVID-19 viral condition which has spread across the globe. Loss of jobs, homes, partners, loved ones, and security have left many in doubt, fear and despair.  Though there have been vaccines administered to get us out of fear and back in the running of a more "normal" life, (as well as relief funding), the wellness methods that are available for supporting the emotional, mental, and spiritual effects of trauma within a global context are subordinate, limited and minimal compared to the medical applications toward physical conditions of trauma.  A method that would offer a fuller capacity to heal, would be generated within a community because then as a social consciousness, healing for wellness is elevated and a wholistic perspective is acknowledged and practiced.
Society is slowly acknowledging the need for mental health wellness.   Unfortunately, not fast enough for humanity.  We must step up to regain a balance towards living.  Indigenous ancestors did not wait when something had to be done.  Elders who have been able to offer wisdom and understanding as well as guidance towards wellness and healing benefitted their communities.  The true traditional Elders never held back knowledge but lovingly gave to the people so all would be well and wise.  There were no businesses to benefit one over the other where bits and pieces were given for a price.   If everyone is well then everyone benefits.
Our Elders are so revered.  In Our Ancient Lands podcast we feature TerryAllaway, our local permaculture wisdom keeper.  She understands the workings of an Elder.  We are so grateful for her time and sharing.  Take a moment to listen to her knowledge and story.  
LUTEA offers support workshops and talking circles in the similar manner and practice passed down from the Elders.  Our basic foundation work is from the White Bison movement and we are certified facilitators.   The workshops are free, however we will gratefully accept donations.  
Mending Broken Hearts Healing Journey Workshop  May 23, 2021
We offer Mending Broken Hearts Indigenous Healing Journey annually.  This workshop is a 16 week workshop that takes place weekly for 2 hours for 16 weeks. We open this to everyone who is experiencing, trauma, loss and unresolved grief.  Held on Sunday nights at 6:00 pm to 8 pm presently online.  This is the only Mending Broken Hearts workshop for this year.  Please contact me if you would like to talk with me for more insights and information.
Medicine Wheel 12 Step Program Fall 2021 
We offer the Medicine Wheel 12 Step program annually. This program can take up to 22 to 26 weeks and is planned for this coming fall.  We open this to everyone who is working through sobriety, addictions, and character defects.  Held on Sunday evenings as well at 6:00 pm to 8:00 pm and online for this year.  
Wellness Talking Circle ongoing monthly
We presently facilitate a wellness talking circle online for those who wish to check in for support during the month.  Once our workshop and program get under way, we will offer the talking circle weekly for more available support for participants.  Held on the 3rd Monday evening of every month at 7:00 to 8:00 pm. May 17, 2021, June 21, 2021 and July 19, 2021. 
Monthly Morning Meditation Session  
LUTEA is facilitating our monthly morning meditation session on the 3rd Saturday of every month at 9:00 am until 10:00 am. Presently the session is online.  However, our plans are to open it up for in person attendance once the weather is consistent for outdoor participation.  We hold it near our water garden so conducive and for relaxation and for the connection to natural beauty.  May 15, 2021, June 19, 2021 and July 17, 2021.  
For further information or for any questions, please contact me.  I look forward to meeting and sharing.
All are welcome to the circle of healing.   
Walli Weyya 

Thursday, December 10, 2020

A Chance Back to Conscious Health

"Merging with the Redwoods" 

Umpa Walli! Winter Blessings to you during this very mystical season.  In addition, many apologies for this very long delay.  I can blame it on Covid19 but I am grateful for the prescribed time out.  At least at this time of year.  When one chooses to live in a more isolated region, (and I only speak for myself), there is a tendency to pay attention to the seasons or what some would call climactic changes, than to the commercial constructs of proclaimed holidays or social and jurisdictional observations. When we turn the attention to nature and its spiritual attributes (as we are also natural and possess spiritual inclinations) the Church then labels us pagans or what Owen Davis has termed "religion of the peasantry".  Way back then those of us with such predispositions were outsiders to the colonial elite. 
I could get into a historical and political treatise here, however, I am not trying to make a point pertaining to human rights because I basically live in an environment where I don't find the need to proclaim who I am. I found when I chose to participate in such a climatic regional discourse, I was a very unhappy and angry person.  It's not easy to remove ourselves from it all, but we can.
I do not have to identify myself as an Indigenous person, I live my life as an indigenous person and we all know that indigenous peoples have been on the outside looking in within the colonial paradigm.  Contrarily ... I believe we live our lives not from the outside looking in, we are In.  From an indigenous perspective, all the rest of the contrived notions of colonial society are literally not from a perspective of a periphery of life, but a fantasy.  Labels and constructs that we accept are when we become completely lost within the confines of our minds.  We have an incredible amount of resources to look into instead of immediately accepting what is placed in front of us because "friends" and family condone it.  Again that is my personal perspective and my perspective gives me the opportunity to live a natural and normal (what I define for myself as normal) existence. 
Perhaps because I have found my place in my Elder existence.  I work hard at being a human being, the species that the Creators held such value and love for, and I seek to support all those who are striving for such a reality as well.  And,  the ancestors have left words of prophesy that when the settlers finally have settled into the structured society they designed on Mother Earth, is when great healing will take place for everyone.
So we approach the holidays.  Some of us have experiences founded within an observance or holiday that have marked our lives within that segment of time and each year that spirit of "time" returns. Like a broken record it plays upon our consciousness and instead of living in cheer, joy, and celebration, we are riddled with anxiety and depression.  In order to deal with all the energy of the holiday season that is quite ubiquitous, our emotional state reaches for outlets and we turn to anything that will remove the constant sequence of inner disturbance the social scene brings. 
I don't observe Christmas for many reasons.  It basically started with my mother leaving us on Christmas eve.  Every year after that it became more and more difficult.  I am the eldest of my siblings and after my mother left I took on the role of carrying out our birthday celebrations and holidays for my immediate family until my ex and I divorced.  I found us an empty lot, going through the motions like so many others.  During the years traveling through the colonial observances, I embraced the goodness of what I can find from the Earth and now celebrate that perspective.  And that celebration all returns to the indigenous peoples' honoring of the land and the gratefulness for living here. 
From an indigenous perspective, this time of year is a chance to return to the  Creators together with our families and close loved ones.  For many California Indigenous communities in the summer months, our ancestors (and still some of our communities) came/come together with our community at large for world renewal ceremonies, but in the winter it became much more intimate with our connections to the Creators. We held/hold our ancestors closer to us and relieved stories about them, and children were able to ask questions and learn the songs for traditional observances as well as work on regalia.  However, my siblings and I were not part of our living culture then.  We tried to walk in the world like everyone else.  I have been the only one of us that made the journey back to the ancestors because of the calling of Spirit.  The Spirit Call changed my life and has continued to heal me and has given me the strength I have needed all of my life. 
You don't have to be indigenous to hear the calling of our ancestors.  I must say that it is much harder to hear them if we are too attached to the fantasy of colonial society.  Some of us may finally find that social scene too toxic and desire a way out.  Desire is the most important ingredient in finding our own pathway.  I truly know that each of us has a pathway waiting for us.  And for many folks that come from a journey of recovery, they know it takes a lifetime of conscious emersion into the ways of spiritual direction.   That emersion for some is very difficult but rewarding, and for others, it is a joyful and spiritually practical manner of living on our planet each and every day.  There is no longer a need to find something out there that will bring happiness.  And even prophet Jesus has been quoted in saying "Nor will people say, "Here it is" or "There it is", "Because the Kingdom of God is in your midst. - Luke 17:21.
Our indigenous ancestors already knew they were living in Paradise.  There is no other place to be but here, now, and with God/Creators. It is up to us to bring back that paradise within our midst and that starts from within our hearts.  
Once again I must interject that we must have that desire for the calling to pull us out of our complacency.  Once we are on our pathway out of the smoke screens of delusion, we must continue to pray and ask the Creators for guidance.  When we do, people will come into our lives, situations, circumstances.  Remember, what is real is from the Spirit of the Creators not from the social mindset of the colonial scene. 
Laura and Diveena

Very recently I was invited to join a very dear indigenous friend and Yurok Elder, Laura Woods to a documentary filming of acorn processing.  It was a welcomed honoring for our acorn relative's recultivation into our indigenous communities.  Laura has hopes to bring the films out to indigenous communities so that they may regain our acorn relative back into our lives once again. It was an amazing journey as we traveled from the Klamath coast inward, sometimes on one-lane dirt roads to Weitchpec, the Yurok Tribal offices to attend the event.  It reminded me of the times I'd drive through the magnificent Alexander Valley onto one lane roads out to the Pomo Kashia reservation at the coast to attend the healing ceremonies that I participated in.  For Indigenous people who make themselves ready, attending ancestral ceremonies rivets one's journey profoundly into the consciousness of the ancestors.  If you would like to listen to our conversation that pertains to Laura's journey back home to her Yurok community from living out of state and leaving the dominant paradigm, please visit our podcast meet up on Our Ancient Lands.

My final note on returning to the Creators is ... know that many of us have been there, and want to urge you on.  Contact us and drop a line as well as look into our online talking circles and wellness programs.  
As we put our gardens to rest this season we also recently closed our programs and talking circles through the end of the year.  If you are interested in attending our talking circles we plan on hosting them again in mid to later January 2021.  If you would like to find out more about our wellness programs give us a call at 530-419-4827 or email us at and visit our website.  Let us know you are interested in any program or event, and we will send you the information to register and join us.
We have plans to open another 16-week Mending Broken Hearts workshop in 2021 spring, either online or in person.  If you are interested please give us your input, it will help determine if an online or in-person workshop is favorable. 
May the Creators guide us all towards a healing consciousness of health and well being into the winter. May the ancestors from the depths of winter's knowledge give us the strength and courage to find our pathway of life so that towis hinaak weyyatto (we can do good in the world) 

Walli Ka Molis

Diveena Marcus


Saturday, May 9, 2020

The Height of Spring is a time to honor all Life Givers

Springtime Rhododendrums in front of my house.
May I start by sending my best wishes to you all during this paradoxical time of isolation?  Isn't it ironic that we are enjoying the most gorgeous weather here in Coastal Northern California? Usually, this time of year we experience the constant pour of rain, wind, and fog on our shores.  Yet, this year we have beautiful sunshine, gentle breezes, and birds singing and bees buzzing.  It has been a delight.  I believe the land and its peoples are enjoying the time and space of this slow down of our hectic world even out in the recesses of California's most northern coast.  I pray that for all of us that we have a chance to enjoy the riches of Springtime amid this perplexing experience of hiding from Covid19. 
Yes, I know the parks and beaches have been closed, but we can find walking and hiking trails. And if we do have a yard of any sort we can even find the spirit and power of spring touch us there.  
This new spring season Marcus and I discovered a frog that was in our pond last year and is back, or rather he/she has been here alongside us, invisible in plain sight until we noticed. (Actually, there is an entire story on our frog relative perhaps later or another time.)
My personal early spring experiences were assisting my mother in her gardens.  I disliked it so much because it was such a chore that I developed a skin allergy to anything green that emitted a scent or sap.  Thus I was unable to help my mother in her garden in my later high school years. However, before that developed there was the picking, cutting/chopping/cracking, canning, packaging, and storing of our garden produce.  All this activity had to come first before anything else because it was the bulk of the food we lived on and sustained us in the winter months. My mother had a shed that was allotted just for storage for all the canning we did. Yes, it was very hard work.
I have to add, my mother was in her element when she was in the garden and in her kitchen.  It wasn't until I had space at my own home that I began my garden relationship.  Mind you I always had plants in my environment but I shied away from the gardening until my first personal garden experience. It was a time when I didn't have to tend the garden, but a time in my life when I wanted to tend a garden, and when no allergic breakouts no longer occurred.
At the time I was very much involved in meditation and acknowledging the energy of life.  I was ready to start a relationship with the plant kingdom.  I suppose there were many other factors that supported that experience and relationship building as well.  I have a love for essential oils and the wellness that the lifeforce of plants brings to me.  I was just beginning that journey of discovery then and wanted to know more, and to dive more deeply into the relationship with our plant relatives.  Also, I was working with a local indigenous medicine worker from the Kashia tribe (a Pomo relative).  I apprenticed under him and supported his healing work as a ceremonial singer along with his wife, niece, and daughter.
Herbology is very sacred to Indigenous people and that experience with Dennis gave me the impetus to embrace all aspects of learning the sacredness of life for the benefit of my own well being and for those that I love.
If you noticed in my previous statement, I apprenticed with a medicine worker along with his "wife, niece, and daughter."  All of us, women singers.  One of the first events I sang in a traditional ceremonial manner was the Flower Dance ceremony that is offered to young women who are stepping into their roles as women.  It is a very special ceremony that acknowledges the sacredness of the feminine energy of life and life-givers. For all indigenous peoples, their basic ideology is to respect and honor this spirit and energy and to honor the women of their families and communities and also the female of the species. are intrinsically beautiful.  They are also signs/signals that allow us to witness that something beautiful is happening in our world.  Miracles can happen because new potential and life are coming to aid us in our survival, whether it is aiding us in bringing beauty in our lives or aiding us in nurturing us in medicines, or food, or materials that can be used as resources and commodity.  Such gifts can not be taken for granted if respect and honor are upheld within such a blessing.  

Mammoth Sunflower 2019
Take for example the Indigenous Sunflower.  Every part of the plant is useful and edible.  Of course, the parts are edible at certain times but with that knowledge, nothing is wasted in nature.  I would say for most of the plants on our planet there is a truth to this wisdom.  I enjoy cultivating the Mammoth Sunflower.  Every moment of the sunflower's life is valuable.  As a plant in the garden, the Sunflower supports other plants, as well as attracts pollinators, gives shade, supplies food for wildlife as well as being food and medicine for humans, and emits to us joyful awesomeness in its presence.  This applies to all growing things, as I don't dare eliminate any other vegetable/medicine within this reference, as they all hold unique value as the sunflower. 
However,  we won't ever understand this amazing relationship if we don't spend time with those we want to learn about or do the work as their caretakers.  And yes it is not easy but when we are experiencing the relationship building as time evolves, we don't think about the difficulties or responsibilities that go along with the process.
Whenever I meet a gardener, there is an instant rapport and such generosity.  I don't know any other group of people that are so generous.  Generous with knowledge, time, resources, and friendship.
Hence, all referencing bring me face to face with acknowledging the sacred spirit, energy, and presence of the Great Spirit of our Divine Mother Earth and the feminine power she bestows to all human beings but most abundantly to our women and female relatives. Like the sunflowers, there is nothing that can be withheld to those that our mothers or those that mother bestow their sacred power of love that nourishes and sustains. 
As I write this blog, we are only days away from our secular celebration of Mother's Day.  I believe we should be holding this spirit within us for all of the Spring season, honoring the life-givers and doing what we can to support their work in the world, family, and environment.
So you've heard enough about this advocacy for the sacred feminine spirit coming from yet another female and mother.  But what about coming from a man?  It always touches my heart to hear such advocacy coming from a man who understands and knows this truth.
For this season's podcast on Our Ancient Lands, I interview Tim BlueFlint Indigenous flute maker and concert flutist.  His entire spirit as an artist for this session exemplifies his all-encompassing respect and honor of the sacred feminine spirit in our world.  He continually mentions his love and respect for his mother and grandmother as well as his beautiful relationship with the moon.
I do hope you take the time to listen to his creative process and his philosophical outlook on Indigenous culture and lifeways.  Here is a link to the video and music he shared. It was a pleasure to visit with him and I hope to do so again in the future.
And ... if you wish to start a step into building a relationship with this spirit through gardening please contact me through LUTEA's website or email.  If you are in the area please make an appointment to come by and either pick up some seeds and/or some starter plants.  If you are farther away for and in-person contact send us a donation that may cover mailing costs so that we can send you seeds. 

May the beauty of this season entice you to seek Right relations to all life-givers in your lives.

Walli Ma Molis!

P.S. I'll post my story of the frog next time

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Winter's Teachings

Diveena Marcus
Eastside of Battery Point Light House during winter in Crescent City, CA
During midwinter in which we find ourselves, throughout the indigenous communities there is the anticipation of more and more light returning in our world.  There are many celebrations or festivals of lights that center around the later winter part of the year.  Candlemass is a Christian festival of lights that commences within this time frame as well as Tu BiShvat, the Jewish celebration, and the Celtic Imbolc celebrations as well as the forthcoming Chinese new year and Vasant Panchami in India.  All mentioned events commence between the winter solstice and the Spring equinox anticipating the onset of spring and the anticipation of hopeful physical new beginnings in the material world. From a spiritual perspective, it reconnects us to the entirety of the universe and our personal rhythms with it when we join in the dance of change.
North American Indigenous people also anticipate the approach of a new cycle of life.  However, they know perfectly well we are still living knee-deep in winter. Instead of jumping on their new ideas that continued to spring up in their minds and dreams, (and I believe all pre-mentioned events were reminders to contain a focus of gratitude and mindfulness for right actions within changes) they would hold long communal gatherings with their leaders and Elders to obtain mentoring wisdom at this interval of life's anticipatory cycle.
My ancestral Tamalko and Southern Pomo communities would have moved up onto the redwood forests and hills away from the ocean during winter.  They held bi-regional lifestyles, living at the ocean in the summer and mountainous regions in the winter.  There were more protections for the people in the forests as well as access to freshwater and medicines during the harsher time of the year. The time to spend with loved ones was actually long-awaited.  I was told by Elders that there was not enough time in the days during warmer weather to spend "quality time" because everyone was too busy dealing with the process of living.  Winter was when the family came together and the stories and legends come forth from those that knew and remembered the histories to share.  If you had a relative that was able to tell the stories your family was highly regarded and had many visitors, (who additionally brought gifts when they visited).  Thus the time for gathering and sharing was a good time and a good way of being during the winter season.
My Indigenous cousins within the Six Nations community in Canada, hold a 10-day long observance of this time in ceremonies.  I was invited one year as Diane Longboat's guest, who was one of the ceremonial facilitators. Unfortunately, there was an ice storm as well as Diane's husband became very ill and I was not able to attend while I was there. The six nations reserve lands are north of Toronto and I was at the time living in Bailieboro, southeast of Toronto, a long distance in an ice storm to travel. However, I was well aware of what took place as I was mentored by Knowledge keeper Aqusaahsneh Mohawk, Skahendowaneh Swamp, Elder Jake Swamp's son.
The first portion of the ceremonies was a series of honoring ceremonies.  Families reconnected with runners, greeters and there is much protocol.  All traditional protocol is to instill the great depth of respect for everyone and everything.
It is a powerful experience to be in the presence of such knowledge keepers who can instill the traditions to everyone with great love and longing.  Many times I remember my father who was a storyteller, inform me of the histories from his South Pacific heritage.  They were magical times just to be in his presence and his recollection of personally witnessed events of history as well as those who he knew that shared their stories with him.
Unfortunately today with the separations we have from our families and communities there are few that can share or even have the stories left within them.
I was asked to share some of such stories through the Yreka Preservation society in Yreka California when I was living in Weed.  I mentioned to them that I could not repeat stories or refer to them until it was approaching winter.   They were respectful enough to wait until later that year so that I might make a presentation through the Siskiyou Library in Yreka to share from the ancestors.
So this is the time that we can share through our spoken words.  Not written down on the page as it is would not be living history, as it is not being delivered by the voice of the ancestors, and thus the myth-story is not effective nor is it respected. Delivery must be given through the breath of ones' own lifeforce.
Then once heard and felt through the presence of the culture bearer and knowledge keeper,  it would be remembered and/or held an impact on who is receiving it.
I suppose it is like lighting a candle and being near that warmth and the actual flickering light and the essence of its being and magic.
Such phenomena are what we seek during this midwinter season.  We wish to find that magical light that leads us towards truly living once again.

Why is this needed light from way-showers so important?
I have always had the privilege of being associated with those who have been older than myself.  I had five great aunts who were sisters I respected who reflected much authority and wisdom in my life.  Also, great-great aunties and uncles still lived that I was able to visit and listen to and learn from.  Unfortunately, my paternal grandparents died when my father was 8 years old and my mother was removed from her parents when she was also 8 years old.  I never got to know my grandparents. Fortunately, with both of my parents, there were relatives within communities that offered support and wisdom along the way.  I am not saying they were with them on a daily basis. In fact, for many years both my parents had to forge their own pathways on their own.
However, both had help.  My father intrinsically knew how much he was loved by both his parents since his beginnings.  His older sister died young before his birth so he was extremely protected and greatly loved and pampered until his parents' deaths.  Even though my father's youthful beginnings after my grandparents' death was difficult, he always held their love dear.
My mother did not have her parents' attention as I am sure she had hoped.  There were four other children after her, and as the eldest of her siblings, she had many responsibilities living through the Great Depression.  Despite the early separation from her parents, she was taken in and raised by a relative (great aunt) who gave her the foundation she was looking for in her life.
Both of my parents instilled the value of honoring and seeking the wisdom of our Elder relatives and knowledge keepers.
My great-auntie (surrogate grandmother) who raised my mother also had a rest home business and license and I would help her with meals and also spent time with the Elders living there. Listening to histories told to me by a first-hand observer brought me to a world much different than what I knew and also instilled within me wonder, honor and respect for the survivors of history past. As I had continued on my inquisitive pathway in life I also studied and apprenticed with Elders from other indigenous communities even when I was taking graduate curriculum during my Master's program as well as my Ph.D. experiences.  I was fortunate to be mentored by the Elders I most needed.
My most favorite people and best of friends no longer live in this world today. Therefore, the light that was shown to me I hold within myself and I try to bring to others (who have the interest and desire to spend more than just a moment in my life), the essential wisdom my beloved Elders have gifted to me.  I believe these gifts are gifts from "angels" as they contain vast benefits that we do not understand or decipher until the moment the wisdom is needed.
Facts and anecdotes are not the wisdom we need today, we can pull up anything on our phones and pads.  The warmth and light from another lifeforce that is there with our participation are the power and illumination we so desperately need today.
Today I am back in my homeland state of CA living on the familiar coast.  Though not on my traditional coastlines of north-central California it is in northern California.  Ironically there are two lighthouses in Del Norte County, the Battery Point Lighthouse and the St. George Reef Lighthouse.  In addition, there are 3 other lighthouses going south in Humboldt County.  Just north of us in Brookings Oregon is the Pelican Bay lighthouse and the Coquille Light House near Bandon.  The Brookings port up to Bandon as well as the Crescent City and Eureka Port are all working fishing ports.
The lighthouse is a beacon of light during the night or in dense fog when a mariner is traveling towards land or reef or rocks near land. It indicates that there are concerns to pay attention to.  Lighthouses in the past were used for aerial navigation support as well. Today there are many electronic navigational tools that have replaced the lighthouse.  However, our coastal communities work very hard to keep our lighthouses amongst us.  They are powerful metaphors of safety, guardians, way-showers, and familiarity.  I find the same when we seek the guidance of our Elders and those who have walked ahead of us and know very well what we are going through and what we are up against on our Earth walks.  I pray I've added a little more insights as to why this Indigenous person has continued to look for the familiar light of way-showers along my travels in life. I know it resonates with many others.
And, I must remind us that we are still deep up to our knees in winter.  We still need guidance and we still need to continue walking this passage during a time that reflects there is still work to be done.
In our autumnal seasonal podcast "Our Ancient Lands", I offer a conversation with esteemed Santee Sioux/Absarookee Elder Scott Frazier from Montana. Scott candidly gives us some of his Elder reflections on the culture and our Spiritual concerns.  My dear sweet Dine sister from Arizona, and advocate for Indigenous wellness, Barbara Burnside, also illustrates within a two-part conversation her candid and very open journey of healing.  I have plans to eventually invite both to come and spend some time with us at our Fire talks here in California when the weather is kinder towards their travels.
In the next blog, I plan on sharing the work that LUTEA has been doing with more detail as it seems such a mystery for most folks.  All that is shared by our podcast guests touch on the many concerns and issues that we at LUTEA wish to contribute wellness towards.
In our monthly indigenous prayer circle, we continue to hold the light with prayers for all concerned.  May we all find the light that we need during this winter season to spring.
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