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Shadowwalker
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Thursday, January 29, 2009. Even the humming bird never fly’s at night. Night has come to cover my sight,. My wings have beat against the glass wall of education and. No entry way has passed my exhaustive path,. I have asked again why this is so,. What lesson do I learn from the institutional walls,. No drum beats here,. No wind blows the leaves of babies breath,. No stars linger in this dark space. Not everyone gets a PhD,and maybe they are right,. Not everyone can dance this song,. My piece of the world.
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Shadowwalker: Memorial to Danny Kanseah
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Sunday, January 4, 2009. Memorial to Danny Kanseah. Danny was a creative and inspirational artist who also had a great sense of humor. On one of his seasonal hunts in Elk Silver on the Mescalero Apache Reservation, he shot this whitetail deer. After his passing, my brother Kevin Smith painted this skull as a memorial to his life. The center logo is from the American Indian Movement (AIM) an organization Danny was involved with when he left Mescalero. Http:/ www.aimovement.org/ggc/history.html.
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Shadowwalker: Cooking new traditions
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Sunday, January 4, 2009. As we become dependant on convenience of processed food, each generation modifies the recipe to accommodate the new developments of grandma's cooking. This is a third generation recipe of Chicken enchiladas. 1 can of cream of chicken soup. 1 can of cream of mushroom soup or cream of golden mushroom. 1 cup of half and half. 189; cup of diced roasted green chili. 1 or more garlic clove. 1 cup or more of diced onion, yellow or red if you want a sweeter taste. View my complete profile.
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Shadowwalker: father
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Thursday, January 29, 2009. How do two lives synchronize? Were we born from the same breath? Apples falling from a tree. A tree of dreams. Constantly searching for realities that never came true,. Listening to the mountain air,. Smelling herbs long forgotten by new generations,. Pitching fire flickers across a moonlight valley. Hearing songs sung long ago. Songs whose words are soon forgotten. Whose meaning hangs between the twilight of today and tomorrow. Each of us travel this weary path.
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Shadowwalker: Seventh Letter
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Sunday, January 11, 2009. 8220;Any ten centimeters of power between us easily becomes a thousand meters of power and of arbitrary judgement.”- -Paulo Freire. 8220;The very fact that we are a markedly authoritarian society, with a strong tradition of command rooted in our history, and undeniably inexperienced in democracy, can explain our ambivalence toward freedom and authority. This authoritarian ideology of command, which permeates our culture, cuts across the social classes.” (Freire, 64). It Took Me ...
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Shadowwalker: morning moon
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009. All I can say is as the morning dawned here at home, I was happy to awaken to the moon as I focused my bleary eyes. What a great surprise of course the picture could have been better had I a cup of joe first. Morning is always my kiss from god. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Mescalero, New Mexico, United States. Just another old lady sharing her stories. View my complete profile. Romney's Dangerous Ship of Fools. My piece of the world. It Took Me 5 Years But I Made It!
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Shadowwalker: January 2009
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Thursday, January 29, 2009. How do two lives synchronize? Were we born from the same breath? Apples falling from a tree. A tree of dreams. Constantly searching for realities that never came true,. Listening to the mountain air,. Smelling herbs long forgotten by new generations,. Pitching fire flickers across a moonlight valley. Hearing songs sung long ago. Songs whose words are soon forgotten. Whose meaning hangs between the twilight of today and tomorrow. Each of us travel this weary path. 8220;The very...
