The Rains of Autumn

The rains of Autumn have come, along with days of cloud.  We lit a fire in the fireplace-insert last night for the first time this season, the heat driving the raw chill from the house, and inviting everyone, including the cat, to curl up before the dancing flames. In the day-to-day world, our busy time continues and I find myself simultaneously drawn to the outside world and wishing to hibernate. Such is Autumn. Continue reading

Healing in It’s Own Time

It’s mid February; the sun  is much stronger than it was a month ago. Each day, it rises higher in the South, throwing long shadows from the trees. Today is frigid, with a strong north wind. Tomorrow, we once again warm up, as we enter that late winter up-and-down temperature pattern, heading for Spring.

Lately, I’ve been working with some individuals and families from extended families long governed by multi-generational violence and abuse. Some of these families have their roots in the First Nation, and the colonial experience. Like most Northeastern Native people, the ethnic histories of these families are complex. Complex, for all of the families, First Nations or not, are the histories of alcohol and substance abuse, child abuse, and suffering. Continue reading

The Power of Words

I’ve been challenged by words lately. I usually come by them easily, but right now writing is a chore. Today I began thinking maybe this problem is less personal, and more just “in the air,” something we as an entire country are grappling with.

I began thinking about my recent struggles with words after having coffee with a Six Nations friend this morning. We had a lovely, long conversation. In part, we spoke about the similarities and differences between the ways we conduct ceremony. For instance, he does not conduct ceremony at night. There are, for him, just too many ways one may make mistakes, and cause problems. Dark spirits, who can create all manner of ills, are around, and night is the time those who call Evil, work. Continue reading