For those who wondered


I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,

Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make me

Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!

Dream Catcher Legend.


From Gypsy Spirit Wind:

Dream Catchers

An ancient Chippewa tradition
The dream net has been made
For many generations
Where spirit dreams have played.

Hung above the cradle board,
Or in the lodge up high,
The dream net catches bad dreams,
While good dreams slip on by.

Bad dreams become entangled
Among the sinew thread.
Good dreams slip through the center hole,
While you dream upon your bed.

This is an ancient legend,
Since dreams will never cease,
Hang this dream net above your bed,
Dream on, and be at peace.

The Work of a Carpenter



Originally posted on Meanwhile, Melody Muses...:

Wounded Tree

You bear scars where life carved lessons into flesh,

but gaping wounds testify to your strength,

not your weakness.

They call you Victor,

not Victim;


not Overcome.

For deeper still than chiselled fate

are the  grooves whittled into

outstretched palms,

naming you one of the Chosen –

the work of  a


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