Supreme Gift

    The Life Granter provides the blood of all, the life of all. It courses and swells, it gracefully flows, it fiercely hardens into crystals...a guarded spectacle of divine beauty and form. While some manifestations are heavy and lumbering; others disappear on a whim like smoke into the very air we breathe. Every instant, she transcends her corporeal shell, knowing all rely on her precious gift in various ways and degrees as gas, solid, and liquid. For without water nothing survives, all is rent inactive, the stasis of material death, water is literally material life.
    We are water life forms, carrying it as liquid and gas in our every fiber throughout our life that it grants us. As is the case for our plant cousin's in this strange realm, and our brother's and sister's the noble animals, who hold onto the precious knowledge of the real way of living on this majestic water life form our mother earth.
    The great and powerful earth relies on water to live like the rest of us, her explosions of molten rock, her ghostly valleys, secluded gullies, hidden chasm's, echoing caves, and living atmosphere, would not be.. only a dead shell, lifeless, cold and barren knowing only pure desolation. In turn, the earth is a gracious guest, sheltering this entity known by this current civilization's language as water, so she may frolic and play creating her incredible dancing droplets in the wind, at once pelting and soft, serene and frightening, racing down the earth's various rifts creating lush beauty with every grain. She stockpiles her frozen reserves to bask in the stunning and coveted auroras, shared with but a rare few.
    The greater part of mankind have lost their reverence and love for this omnipresent provider of life, while collectively slumbering in a nightmare the dominant culture fell into 12,000 yrs ago...yet all is not lost, a portion hath awoken, awestruck with unspeakable appreciation for the Life Granter's Supreme Gift.

..Do you yet slumber?

-Mitch Mitchell
http://nativesurvival.com

Hidden Fire

    O' the freedom of peering easily about oneself, knowing the tree that which you gaze upon, can be coaxed to release the fire secreted away within her fibers. Mighty indeed be this element, and there inside the wood's grain it hides; requiring a conversation to which you must join if you are to have a hope of meeting her in this plane of existance..for you see the fire already exists, but in the world of potentiality.
    Delicately shaping the medium, removing all that does not belong is an act of listening, an act of respecting the fire's demands. Do you hear her words? Feel her needs? Know her comforts? Once the dialogue is started proper, all that you must learn she will reveal in due time; till one day you find she is hiding all about you, in every forest, every glen, in every season, every climate, waiting for your call, feeling your need, knowing your love.
    There are many ways to release her, spin the fibers, rub the grain, nick the edge.

She will come...if your call be true.

-Mitch Mitchell
http://nativesurvival.com

Transitional Rain

    When the early seasonal rains arrive, there's a rare window of opportunity in the woods, for those souls who rejoice in all its moods. The steady patter on the short new growth, the smell of Winter's death, the beautiful mix of greens and browns, the enchanted forest stirring from her long winter's sleep.
    The thorough cleansing has begun, Wintergreen steadfast through winter begins to grow yet again, the Partridgeberry creeps along the debris floor, Moss swells up with its soft beauty; subtle motion is taking over the realm.
    The wanderer of such a landscape is routinely rewarded with witnessing the quick grace of Deer, or the silent crouched shuffle of Turkey. Streams and rivers are loud and clean, shedding their Winter's stock.
    Yes indeed, this is a special time amongst the transitions; a time of Water, serene sound, green carpets, soft footing, and pure love.

-Mitch Mitchell
http://nativesurvival.com