at this time

...until we dream of life and life becomes a dream...

Lady Bird — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 04:50:52 GMT

We all know sometimes lifes hates and troubles Can make you wish you were born in another time and space But you can bet you life times that and twice its double That God knew exactly where he wanted you to be placed so make sure when you say you're in it but not of it You're not helping to make this earth a place sometimes called Hell Change your words into truths and then change that truth into love And maybe our children's grandchildren And their great-great grandchildren will tell I'll be loving you ~Stevie Wonder~

Release Your Inhibitions

Lady Bird — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 16:54:45 GMT

feel the rain on your skin no on else can feel it for you only you can let it in no one else no one else can speak the words on your lips teach yourself with words unspoken live your life with arms wide open this day is where your book begins and the rest is still unwriten -Natasha Bedingfield-

the choice is yours don't be late

Lady Bird — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 04:39:27 GMT

i know we never will be perfect never entirely clear we get hurt and we just panic and we strike out, out of fear i feel the sentance of this solitude 200 years on hold oh and all we ever wanted was just to come in from the cold Joni Mitchell The choice is yours No matter what it is To choose life is to choose to forgive You don't have to try or hurt him and break his pride Just shake that weight off And you'll be ready to fly One shot to your heart without breaking your skin No one has the power to hurt you like your friends Thought it would never change but as time moved on That ugly duckling grew up to be a swan And now your chest burns and your back aches Because now the years are showing up on your face But you'll never be happy And you'll never be whole Until you see the beauty in growing old you can fly fly fly fly... you can live or you can die you know that life is a choice you make you can give or you can take Get it together You wanna heal your body? Get it together You have to heal your heart Whatsoever you sow you will reap Get it together India Arie

i'm only here for love

Lady Bird — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 00:42:05 GMT

i release and let go let my spirit move my soul and my heart is open wide cause i'm only here for love no more trouble no more strife by my faith i see the light in my spirit i am free cause i'm only here for love

It's Alright, Ma

Lady Bird — Wed, 22 Aug 2007 20:19:21 GMT

Bob Dylan Darkness at the break of noon Shadows even the silver spoon The handmade blade, the child's balloon Eclipses both the sun and moon To understand you know too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn plays wasted words Proves to warn That he not busy being born Is busy dying. Temptation's page flies out the door You follow, find yourself at war Watch waterfalls of pity roar You feel to moan but unlike before You discover That you'd just be One more person crying. So don't fear if you hear A foreign sound to your ear It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing. As some warn victory, some downfall Private reasons great or small Can be seen in the eyes of those that call To make all that should be killed to crawl While others say don't hate nothing at all Except hatred. Disillusioned words like bullets bark As human gods aim for their mark Made everything from toy guns that spark To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark It's easy to see without looking too far That not much Is really sacred. While preachers preach of evil fates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Goodness hides behind its gates But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have To stand naked. An' though the rules of the road have been lodged It's only people's games that you got to dodge And it's alright, Ma, I can make it. Advertising signs that con you Into thinking you're the one That can do what's never been done That can win what's never been won Meantime life outside goes on All around you. You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you. A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not fergit That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to. Although the masters make the rules For the wise men and the fools I got nothing, Ma, to live up to. For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in. While some on principles baptized To strict party platform ties Social clubs in drag disguise Outsiders they can freely criticize Tell nothing except who to idolize And then say God bless him. While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society's pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole That he's in. But I mean no harm nor put fault On anyone that lives in a vault But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him. Old lady judges watch people in pairs Limited in sex, they dare To push fake morals, insult and stare While money doesn't talk, it swears Obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony. While them that defend what they cannot see With a killer's pride, security It blows the minds most bitterly For them that think death's honesty Won't fall upon them naturally Life sometimes Must get lonely. My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards False gods, I scuff At pettiness which plays so rough Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Kick my legs to crash it off Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me? And if my thought-dreams could be seen They'd probably put my head in a guillotine But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Look at Us

Lady Bird — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 05:13:57 GMT

John Trudell At times they were kind, they were polite in their sophistication, smiling but never too loudly acting in a civilized manner an illusion of gentleness always fighting to get their way. while the people see, the people know, the people wait, the people say the closing of your doors will never shut use out, the closing of your doors can only shut you in. We know the predator, we see them feed on us, we are aware to starve the beast is our destiny. At times they were kind, they were polite, but never honest. We see your tech no logical society devour you before your very eyes we hear your anguished cries exalting greed through progress while you seek material advances the sound of flowers dying carry messages through the wind trying to tell you about balance and your safety But your minds are chained to your machines and the strings dangling from your puppeteers hands turning you, twisting you into forms and confusions beyond your control Your mind for a job your mind for a t.v. your mind for a hair dryer your mind for consumption. With your atom bombs your material bombs your drug bombs your racial bombs your class bombs your sexist bombs your ageist bombs Devastating your natural shelters making you homeless on earth chasing you into illusions fooling you, making you pretend you can run away from the ravishing of your spirit While the sound of flowers dying carry messages through the wind trying to tell you about balance and your safety. Trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness leading us into the trap believe in their power but not in ourselves piling us with guilt always taking the blame greed chasing out the balance trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness economic deities seizing power through illusions created armies are justified class systems are democracy god listens to warmongers prayers tyranny is here, divide and conquer trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness greed a parent insecurity the happiness companion genocide conceived in sophistication tech no logic material civilization a rationalization replacing a way to live trying to isolate us in a dimension called loneliness To god we hope you don't mind but we would like to talk to you; there are some things we need to straighten out, it's about these christians they claim to be from your nation but man you should see the things they do all the time blaming it on you: manifest destiny, genocide, maximized profit, sterilization, raping the earth, lying taking more than they need in all the forms of the greed. we ask them why, they say it's god's will. Damn god they make it so hard. Remember jesus? Would you send him back to them, tell them how to kill him, rather they should listen stop abusing his name and yours. We do not mean to be disrespectful but you know how it is, our people have their own ways we never even heard of you until not long ago, your representatives spoke magnificent things of you which we were willing to believe, but from the way they acted we know we and you were being deceived. We do not mean you and your christian children any bad, but you all came to take all we had we have not seen you but we have heard so much it is time for you to decide what life is worth we already remember but maybe you forgot. Look at us, look at us, we are of Earth and Water Look at them, it is the same Look at us, we are suffering all these years Look at them, they are connected. Look at us, we are in pain Look at them, surprised at our anger Look at us, we are struggling to survive Look at them, expecting sorrow be benign Look at us, we were the ones called pagan Look at them, on their arrival Look at us, we are called subversive Look at them, descending from name callers Look at us, we wept sadly in the long dark Look at them, hiding in tech no logic light Look at us, we buried the generations Look at them, inventing the body count Look at us, we are older than America Look at them, chasing a fountain of youth Look at us, we are embracing Earth Look at them, clutching today Look at us, we are living in the generations Look at them, existing in jobs and debts Look at us, we have escaped many times Look at them, they cannot remember Look at us, we are healing Look at them, their medicine is patented Look at us, we are trying Look at them, what are they doing Look at us, we are children of Earth Look at them, who are they?

Prayer For You

Lady Bird — Sat, 19 May 2007 06:37:47 GMT

This is a perfect moment. It's a perfect moment because I have been inspired to say a gigantic prayer. I've been roused to unleash a divinely greedy, apocalyptically healing prayer for each and every one of you— even those of you who don't believe in the power of prayer. And so I am starting to pray right now to the God of Gods ... the God beyond all Gods ... the Girlfriend of God ... the Teacher of God ... the Goddess who invented God. DEAR GODDESS, you who never kill but only change: I pray that my exuberant, suave, and accidental words will move you to shower ferocious blessings down on everyone who reads this benediction. I pray that you will give them what they don't even know they need—not just the boons they think they want but everything they've always been afraid to even imagine or ask for. DEAR GODDESS, you wealthy anarchist burning heaven to the ground: Many of the divine chameleons out there don't even know that their souls will live forever. So please use your brash magic to help them see that they are all wildly creative geniuses too big for their own personalities. Guide them to realize that they are all completely different from what they've been led to believe about themselves, and more exciting than they can possibly imagine. Make it illegal, immoral, irrelevant, unpatriotic, and totally tasteless for them to be in love with anyone or anything that's no good for them. O GODDESS, you who give us so much love and pain mixed together that our morality is always on the verge of collapsing: I beg you to cast a boisterous love spell that will nullify all the dumb ideas, bad decisions, and nasty conditioning that have ever cursed the wise and sexy virtuosos out there. Remove, banish, annihilate, and laugh into oblivion any jinx that has clung to them, no matter how long they've suffered from it, and even if they have become accustomed or addicted to its ugly companionship. Please conjure an aura of protection around them so that they will receive an early warning if they are ever about to act in such a way as to bring another hex or plague into their lives in the future. DEAR GODDESS, sweet Goddess, you sly universal virus with no freaking opinion: Please help all the personal growth addicts out there to become disciplined enough to go crazy in the name of creation, not destruction. Teach them the difference between oppressive self-control and liberating self-control. Awaken in them the power to do the half-right thing when it is impossible to do the totally right thing. Arouse the Wild Woman within them—even if they're men. DEAR GODDESS, you pregnant slut who scorns all mediocre longing: I pray that you will inspire all the compassionate rascals communing with this prayer to kick their own asses and wash their own brains. Provoke them to throw away or give away all the things they own that encourage them to believe that they are better than anyone else. Show them how much fun it is to brag about what they cannot do and do not have. Give them bigger, better, more original sins and wilder, wetter, more interesting problems. Most of all, Goddess, brainwash them with your freedom so that they never love their own pain more than anyone else's pain. O GODDESS, you wildly disciplined, radically curious, shockingly friendly, fanatically balanced, mysteriously truthful, teasingly healing, lyrically logical master of rowdy bliss: Cultivate in yourself a fervent yearning for the intimate companionship of these budding messiahs. Play with them every day. Answer their questions. Listen to their stories. Inspire them to love you so much they lose all their hatred forever. DEAR GODDESS, you psychedelic mushroom cloud at the center of all our brains: Bless the insanely poised creators out there with lucid dreams while they are wide awake. Provide them with their own spin doctors, and vacuum cleaners for their magic carpets, and solar-powered sex toys that work even in the dark. Give them a knack for avoiding other people's hells, and a thousand masks that all represent their true feelings, and secret admirers who are not psychotic stalkers. Arrange for a racehorse to be named after them, or an underground river, or a thousand-year-old storm on Saturn. Teach them to be their own prophets and pray to themselves and right their own wrongs and sing their own songs and be their own wives and save their own lives. DEAR GODDESS, you riotously tender, hauntingly reassuring, orgiastically sacred feeling that is even now running through all of our soft, warm animal bodies: I pray that you provide all the original sinners out there with a license to bend and even break all rules, laws, and traditions that keep them apart from the things they love. Show them how to purge the wishy-washy wishes that distract them from their daring, dramatic, divine desires. And teach them that they can have anything they want if they'll only ask for it in an unselfish way. And now dear God of Gods, God beyond all Gods, Girlfriend of God, Teacher of God, Goddess who invented God, I bring this prayer to a close, trusting that in these mysterious moments you have begun to change everyone out there in the exact way they've needed to change in order to become the gorgeous geniuses they were born to be. Amen. Awomen. P.S. Goddess: And please also give them each an emerald green parachute, ruby slippers, a canoe covered with jewels, a black-market orchid and a bouquet of organic broccoli, a donkey clown piñata full of crickets, a protective gargoyle lifted from the Chartres Cathedral, a guitar string actually played by Jimi Hendrix, a strawberry chocolate cake baked in the shape of a question mark, a human DNA map drawn up by the Human Genome Project, fistfuls of sparklers, a bottle of holy water from the River Jordan, photos of lightning on a giant poster, a refrigerator magnet cast in the likeness of the Dalai Lama, and the key of life accidentally placed inside a box of Cracker Jack. ~~Rob Brezny~~

Hozho

Lady Bird — Tue, 08 May 2007 13:53:29 GMT

(Diné language) 1.order, balance and harmony created out of hochxo (discord) 2 "Every move you make must be done with the idea of brigning yourself into harmony with your total environment" 3 "every dawn is a new day, a new chance for hozho" 4 "when you walk in beauty you don't dwell on yesterday & how you failed, you focus on today, & on how you can overcome those things within you" 5 "the poisitive or ideal environment. It is beauty, harmony, good, happiness, & everything that is positive, & it refers to an environment that is all inclusive" 6 "to recognise what's beyond human power to change & then to change the human's attitude to be content with the inevitable"

EVOLVE

Lady Bird — Thu, 12 Apr 2007 15:34:35 GMT

evolution is not ascension it is INCORPORATION it is to accept, include, clarify, transcend and GROW we are not climbing a ladder, we are building a world within a world

yes my dear, of COURSE things like that can happen!

Lady Bird — Fri, 30 Mar 2007 03:51:19 GMT

Eagle Poem

Lady Bird — Fri, 09 Mar 2007 15:16:30 GMT

to pray you open your whole self to sky, to earth, to sun, to moon to one whole voice that is you and know there is more that you can't see, can't hear can't know except in moments steadily growing, and in languages that aren't always sound but other circles of motion like that sunday morning over salt river. circled in blue sky in wind, swept our hearts clean with sacred wings We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are made of All this, and breathe, knowing We are truly blessed because we Were born, and die soon, within a True circle of motion, Like eagle rounding out the morning Inside us. We pray that it will be done In beauty. In beauty. --Joy Harjo--

it is march fourth

Lady Bird — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 07:55:16 GMT

so we must march forth! --Jade--

Essence

Lady Bird — Mon, 05 Mar 2007 07:45:05 GMT

the essence puts forth a man for a purpose to manifest it's mysterious plan essence puts forth a woman for a reason the undo this human treason --Don Franco Romano--

What is a saint?

Lady Bird — Sat, 10 Feb 2007 22:40:25 GMT

"A saint is someone who has achieved a remote human possibility. It is impossible to say what that possibility is. I think that it has something to do with the energy of love. Contact with this energy results in the exercise of a kind of balance in the chaos of existence. A saint does not dissolve the chaos; if he did the world would have changed long ago. I do not think that a saint dissolves the chaos even for himself, for there is something arrogant and warlike in the notion of a man setting the universe in order. It is a kind of balance that is his glory. He rides the drifts like an escaped ski. His course is the caress of the hill. His track is a drawing of the snow in a moment of its particular arrangement with wind and rock. Something in him so loves the world that he gives himself to the laws of gravity and chance. Far from flying with angels, he traces with the fidelity of a seismograph needle the state of the solid bloody landscape. His house is dangerous and finite, but he is at home in the world. He can love the shape of human beings, the fine and twisted shapes of the heart. It is good to have among us such men, such balancing monsters of love." L. Cohen, "Beautiful Losers" (1966).

Desiderata

Lady Bird — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 09:13:44 GMT

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter; for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially, do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

We Are the Ones We've Been Waiting For

Lady Bird — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 06:51:36 GMT

The Hopi Elders Speak We Are the Ones We've Been Waiting For You have been telling the people that this is the Eleventh Hour. Now you must go back and tell the people that this is The Hour. And there are things to be considered: Where are you living? What are you doing? What are your relationships? Are you in right relation? Where is your water? Know your garden. It is time to speak your Truth. Create your community. Be good to each other. And do not look outside yourself for the leader. This could be a good time! There is a river flowing now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those who will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart, and they will suffer greatly. Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water. See who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment that we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt. The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we've been waiting for. —The Elders Oraibi Arizona Hopi Nation

Moondancing

Lady Bird — Mon, 22 Jan 2007 06:33:19 GMT

"A long time ago there was a great wailing heard in our Nation. So much pain and sorrow and so many tears. Because of greed and power, our men were fighting and killing each other. The women were weeping for the loss of their husbands, fathers, uncles, and sons. As each tear drop hit the earth it made a sound that was heard throughout the heavens and beyond. Our Grandmother Moon listened to the pain of the women of earth and went to our Creator to ask for help. Creator, as always, listened and said, "I too have heard the wailing of the women and felt their pain. I shall send them a gift to help in their time of need. Tell them, Grandmother, to gather at the light of the full moon, bring their drums and rattles. Build a great fire under the light of the moon and around the sacred fire, dance, sing and pray for your men." Grandmother Moon sent Creator's words to the women on a gentle wind and all the women heard. And so it was that they gathered with their drums, rattles, songs and their prayers. They danced around the sacred fire under the light of the full moon and prayed for the blood shed to stop and the dying of their men to cease. They prayed, danced, and sang until the moon went to sleep and the sun awoke. Their prayers were heard and their gift was given. From this day on, because your prayers were so powerful and so filled with love; you, the women, will be given the blood of life, so that the blood of violent death will cease. Each month you will shed the blood of life, begining at the age when you will take a husband and from this blood human life will be born. When your children are grown your bleeding will stop because you have given enough and you will grow old listening to the laughter of your grandsons and granddaughters. The women were happy again. ***** We ask that you do as the women did in this legend on the full moon for each month. Dance, sing, and pray to stop the bloodshed and bring all our relations home safely. Build a fire in your own community or back yard. If you can't have a fire, use a candle. Dance as long as you can and pray as hard as you can. If you can dance all night, dance all night, if you can only give 15 minutes, give 15 minutes. Dance with beauty and love in your heart. Thank you, and if you have any questions, please contact us at: risingsunranch@centurytel.net or tshawnee@gtw.net With love in my heart, Diane Dee" ----------- My friend wrote this, she had a vision that she was to spread this story to all the women of the world, i am working to support her. You may contact me, or her as she began this project. This is a women's ceremony, and it is best to respect that tradition, sometimes men feel left out, but it is not done with the intention of discrimination. There are many ceremonies in which we are mixed, and there are some in which we are separated. Men's prayers are just as important, but you have your own ceremonies. It may seem unfair to be sent away, but that just opens an opportunity for you to gather in another place and create another kind of gathering and ceremony. tribes.tribe.net/moondancing

New Tribe

Lady Bird — Sun, 21 Jan 2007 21:21:22 GMT

For those familiar with the 2027 house, it now has a webpage! http://tribes.tribe.net/2027

Global Warming

Lady Bird — Thu, 18 Jan 2007 04:49:07 GMT

"Global warming poses a dire threat to human civilization that is second only to nuclear weapons," http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070117/sc_nm/doomsday_clock_dc_4

my first tribe

Lady Bird — Mon, 27 Nov 2006 22:58:05 GMT

http://tribes.tribe.net/moondancing

Food Not Bombs in Boulder Colorado!

Lady Bird — Thu, 31 Aug 2006 18:22:52 GMT

Food Not Bombs is happening in Boulder again! Ellen and Bob have been doing it on a small scale for about a month, i've been helping when i'm not at work, and organized it once. It's really taking off now, the co-op is hooking us up with gift certificates for food, we're starting to get music, and will soon have 2 highschool students volunteering with us for a school project! We serve wednesday around 4 to 6 at the bandshell in downtown Boulder, in the park near the interection of canyon and broadway (quite near the farmers market) There is also a strong possibility of adding an extra day in the next few months, we'll keep you posted. Come join us! Eat, serve, donate, help with deliveries, cook, play music, contribute any way you can or want! LOCAL CONTACTS Bob: dhammadoer@yahoo.com Alma: almacarel@yahoo.com MAIN FNB CONTACT P.O. Box 744, Tucson AZ 85702 USA 520-770-0575 menu@foodnotbombs.net

math

Lady Bird — Thu, 08 Jun 2006 01:14:36 GMT

I just learned the most amazing thing: Fertilization in humans occurs when 23 chromosomes (the number of chromosomes is different in all animals) from the woman and 23 from the man unite, and the resulting 46 form one cell. Then the 1 cell takes 7 days to travel down the fallopian tube to the uterus, dividing each day. The resulting number is 64! Math and nature are quite amazing. That's all i have to say.