prayin' strong each day for Doña Melodía , Lady's song, domina the power in her music, beauty in her song, the song, so to hear the song living, loud, softly however it sung, especially for you, and don miguel and todos herbalistas y herbalistos tambíen! por bueno medicína, la luz y Paz, paz y luz, pido a todos los Ángeles y Santos, Jesús y María, para enviar el Espíritu Santo y las bendiciones!siempre,
i bought today all used very nice used wood stove,
& stainless propane bar b q with side burner. Who i purchased from was good man, we talkin plant story, i buy from him sweet perfect medicine road wood stove, and he say, 'take this free and lawn mower and glass top metal small table, take for free!', -nice day runnin wind around,
off soon to a place to keep, to store and renew, something stored up, the reserve,
maybe buy used fridge tomorrow.
everything piled up high like Tom Joad in John Steinbeck's, woody Guthrie song, old truck, medicine road in Grapes of Wrath, Joad:] "Maybe all men got one big soul ever'body's a part of."
i'm thinkin like Tom Joad ...
..."I got thinkin’ how we was holy when we was one thing, an’ mankin’ was holy when it was one thing. An’ it on’y got unholy when one mis’able little fella got the bit in his teeth an’ run off his own way, kickin’ an’ draggin’ an’ fightin’. Fella like that bust the holi-ness. But when they’re all workin’ together, not one fella for another fella, but one fella kind of harnessed to the whole shebang—that’s right, that’s holy." -(Tom Joad in John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath)
luz y paz, paz y luv... light and peace, peace and light, happy and satisfied for you spending time talkin plant story with medicine frens on medicine road, know you bring paz y luz wherever you go, whoever you with, happy for our medicine road frenship- lots a new plant frens to see & spen times wit.
good dream, a while dreamin of bear, oso, he runnin, i want to yell out, can't say nuthin, "There's a weapon
That we must use
In our defense
Silence reveals" -(the go go's Jane Wiedlin & Terry Hall, Our lips are Sealed)
no voice come out, good dream on last medicine trip, all alone near creek, snow meltin, yes bear there, thought it was deer house maybe deer and bear houses close together, i took deer antler, stinging nettle and elderberry, shade of cottonwood.
up at deer house estafiate is sweet, i taste, say thank you creator, thank you for showing me this medicine road & this plant fren,
you're grown to sweet taste, the estafiate sweet taste in my mouth on the good medicine Road.
will spend time calling wolves, elk bugle, all kinds of good song to sing, all this kind of plant road medicine song, let the Valeriana be with the hummingbird,
hummingbird coming, bird singing songs, everyone is singing songs, everyone is sending songs, everything a song.
We just have to listen louder because all the songs are sung. we need to be listening louder and louder all the songs our friends are singing on the medicine Road.
we listen strong, on the medicine Road we listen louder on the medicine Road, on the medicine Road all the singing good songs.
azèè shiíma together, One day walking hearing all the songs together this thing together louder and louder, all the songs we're singing all the good medicines.
hummingbird was singing his little song and it is loud singing, follow his way good medicine road singing looking for his house, we in the mountains. we are up in the mountains, way up in the mountains, way up in the mountains.
way up in the mountain, dappled sunlight, usnea and pedicularis, good strong aspen songs
, making you stronger and stronger, good aspen medicine all kinds of plants growing up there like oshá, la medicína Del oso, wolf and bear medicine, this is the way we are singing on the medicine Road, we are traveling together through the Aspen.
we hold our hands together while we walk in the aspen green leaves, the sunlight is sparkly, we walk together holding hands through the Aspenmeadow. we like brother and sister singing together good songs, aspen leaves are always moving in the wind back-and-forth, back-and-forth, the leaves of the aspen are always moving in the wind, roots go down deep and each tree so big they are all the same, from the same roots, they sing the same song all of the mountain, we are holding hands and walking, where the
beaver build his damn, where the St. John's wort grows, poleo mint and skullcap,
along the banks of the creek, monarda sweet spicy clearing warming, we walk holding hands and with the freehand, we reach down and place our hands in all this beautiful medicine.
we're following in this way together walking holding hands.
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