“What I am invoking by indigenous mind is the power of re-energizing our world with all of the hundreds of senses that open our awareness to the web of relationships that are the Earth. The power of this consciousness to renew, adapt and regenerate in new forms is without question more powerful than our single species. Accessing this means a commitment to slowing down, remembering and re-conceiving on a smaller scale to reclaim intimacy with nature and its layers of species as an aspect of my own essential nature. In this way I remain aware of being uniquely indigenous to this planet through space, time and mind. Indigenous mind is the innate ability to become aware of the Earth at an intimate and dynamic level and respond to the messages and stimuli from the beings and life in the moment. “ Indigenous Mind
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Like Grandmother Mabel I want my granddaughter to remember everything I do, but, even as I tell the story, I find myself pulling out the strands of strongest connection. It is not that one fact has more truth than another but rather that it clarifies the color, texture and line of my story. So stories are created, woven together not chronologically but magically to strengthen the connection to the ancestors, the family and the earth. The story I am weaving for Wind in the Mountains and for her granddaughter pulls in many worlds, and the women from those worlds have chosen to be part of it. I am still unpeeling the layers of meaning in Grandmother Mabel's words. Each remembering reveals fuller meaning and enriches the legacy of my family Somebody Always Singing
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This is all a part of who I am as a teacher and seeker.
This is part of the body of information I bring to a classroom or a workshop.
These experiences, like learning with the elders of the tribes, are key
to the journeys of knowledge. The challenge of linking this kind of learning
with the traditional systems of pedagogy excites me and frustrates me.
I am excited to bring primarily oral traditions, rhythmic cultures, and
the song and dance of living into the academic curriculum. I am frustrated
by the fact that those who seek me out and hire me have not resolved their
own doubts about doing/living the vision as an integral part
of the critical thinking process of pedagogy. What remains at issue for
me are the areas of focus, intention, question and commitment. These are
the areas that prepare our young for the heros mythic journey- the
search for self after initiation into the tribe. Mixed Blood, New Voices |
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the dreadful and marvelous chaos and consistency of daily life, a
memory teases me. When it is strong, I reach for it to give it shape -
as an idea, a thought, an object, a person, a set of events - held loosely
in the grasp. This always fails, leading me to restlessness, unfocused
desire, waiting to be abated by having or getting something- anything.
Sometimes (seldom, I am loath to admit) I simply wait, hoping it will
reveal itself to my patience. The memory that stretches me to cosmic proportion
and shrinks me to a detail of what is.
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Searching for the Thirteenth
Moon: A Lunar Book of Days whanau press 2001 Please contact me if you are interested in publications. . |
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