My Imperfection
In my nearly perfect imperfection I have found a marvelous gift.
I have become acutely aware of the magnificence of the perfection that I see in the ever changing vistas each day, and night. This magnificence reminds me that as student of my Mide’wiian faith, I was taught that I am created in our Maker’s image. Not of flesh, but of that which I envision as my Creator, all knowledge, power, wisdom, and infinite patience.
I am told it is my job to seek that perfect balance of creation, in everything Kiji Manito has provided for us. I am ever mindful that We are but the very last thought of creation, and I take that as a sign that all that things preceding we two-leggeds, having been made by the Great Black Mystery are as important, or of more importance than mankind.
I believe that G-D doesn’t make junk… we do! We are given perfection to study, understand and grow closer to the fullness that we need to be at our passing. Junking the good works of our Maker seems to be not a very good idea.
In this place I have been gifted, I am moved by passion to fill the pot of life I was given when I was born. Envision a large clay vessel with a stick resting the full depth, from top to bottom. In this pot pours everything I do each day… the good, bad and indifferent. At eventide, the bad settle to the bottom, the good effervesces to the top layer, and the middling are just that… in the middle. The smart person will at days end, touch top layer of the new muck at the bottom, and break off the stick lever at the rim. This way the bad cannot be relived by stirring the pot, only the good and indifferent.
In doing so one may just be able to grasp a bit of the goodness that is the perfection we are want to acquire. We do this to be as one with that impeccable unblemished Place that is Our Creator.
Achieving perfection is not our goal. Trying to become more perfect with that Gift is our job.
In my upcoming book, “Within the Medicine Lodge,” I will open the doors to the Lodge where I will share all I have been gifted by my Elders… everything except the “secret handshake.” Drop me an email if you want to reserve a copy. Thanks to all for your wonderful support.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Stop dawdling, NOW is the time!
Stop dawdling, NOW is the time!
Do you wait until the last minute to get things done? Are you slow to respond to calls, letters, email or notices? Are you always “hurrying up” to get things done in time? Are you late… a lot?
If any of these statements apply to you, you are among the multitudes. Many times I am just like you. I don’t like that feeling of pressure and urgency. Do you?
If we want to grow beyond the wearisome monotony of everyday life, we need to change how we approach each and every task.
Our goal need is to plan our time by dividing it into chunks, developing each part well, and delivering them in a timely manner… or just discard the things that don’t really matter.
It goal is within easy reach, and is quite simple… and it is just as challenging as the poor habits we want to change. Just change you habits. Examine what is good, middling and destructive… divide, develop, deliver or discard. Change from old to new habits is done the same way we acquired the old ways… we just need to do it.
Stop dawdling, NOW is the time!
Do you wait until the last minute to get things done? Are you slow to respond to calls, letters, email or notices? Are you always “hurrying up” to get things done in time? Are you late… a lot?
If any of these statements apply to you, you are among the multitudes. Many times I am just like you. I don’t like that feeling of pressure and urgency. Do you?
If we want to grow beyond the wearisome monotony of everyday life, we need to change how we approach each and every task.
Our goal need is to plan our time by dividing it into chunks, developing each part well, and delivering them in a timely manner… or just discard the things that don’t really matter.
It goal is within easy reach, and is quite simple… and it is just as challenging as the poor habits we want to change. Just change you habits. Examine what is good, middling and destructive… divide, develop, deliver or discard. Change from old to new habits is done the same way we acquired the old ways… we just need to do it.
Stop dawdling, NOW is the time!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
A ThoughfulTidbit
Life comes as a complete package, the good, bad and the middlings...
learn and grow from each in it's measure.
Always remember, what you are, is what you choose to be.
Please choose wisely.
Jim Great Elk Waters ©2010
learn and grow from each in it's measure.
Always remember, what you are, is what you choose to be.
Please choose wisely.
Jim Great Elk Waters ©2010
Find a Common Place in The Circle of The Ancestors
I beg all of us, to control our passions...
to ever measure our words carefully.
It is easy to follow the fire our passions, but it is our reasoned thinking that finds the good path.
We own every word we utter, write or think. Our words are most powerful weapons. They can make us believe our position is the moral and correct one, yet inflame others beyond reason… and visa versa.
Before we condemn those with who we disagree, "walk a while in their moccasins." The emotion of their passion is not unlike ours, only the reasons cause them differ. Understanding what fires others passions will help us all find a common place in the Circle of the Ancestors.
If we are to ever find some unity in our beloved country... good words and good thoughts must counter those we find abhorrent. If we are to make the world a better place for the Seven Generations not yet born, we must become dedicated statesmen, not reactionary sheep.
It is destiny of the First People of the Great Turtle Island to cause the end that which separates us, and push the herd together. This is OUR manifest destiny.
Jim Great Elk Waters ©09
to ever measure our words carefully.
It is easy to follow the fire our passions, but it is our reasoned thinking that finds the good path.
We own every word we utter, write or think. Our words are most powerful weapons. They can make us believe our position is the moral and correct one, yet inflame others beyond reason… and visa versa.
Before we condemn those with who we disagree, "walk a while in their moccasins." The emotion of their passion is not unlike ours, only the reasons cause them differ. Understanding what fires others passions will help us all find a common place in the Circle of the Ancestors.
If we are to ever find some unity in our beloved country... good words and good thoughts must counter those we find abhorrent. If we are to make the world a better place for the Seven Generations not yet born, we must become dedicated statesmen, not reactionary sheep.
It is destiny of the First People of the Great Turtle Island to cause the end that which separates us, and push the herd together. This is OUR manifest destiny.
Jim Great Elk Waters ©09
Friday, July 30, 2010
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Finding Renewal in a Child’s Smile
Today I was reminded of just how dynamic is the naïve energy of a child.
A friend dropped by my studio at he gallery. With him was his six year old daughter, filled with enthusiasm and wonderment. An ice breaker that often works with these mystical little people can be a simple as 5’s… high, low, behind and around. We were both giggling in a moment.
When I first saw her, she was busy taking photos of various art in the gallery. I did not think to ask her how she chose the ones she captured. I should have, but nevertheless, her intent approach was inspirational.
Later, after making her rounds of ALL the studios, she returned to ask me to pose with her for a photo. We picked an appropriate spot with one of my pieces in the background, and we smile widely as her father did he best impression of Ansell Adams.
It was apparent that she was thrilled to share the moment. In truth it was I who had been most moved… for she had brought new light into the shell home of my brain. Her being had caused me to once again become the little boy along the same street of my youth. Memories of past joys flooded and swept away any need for the present.
Yes, the magic of youth is but fleeting… yet recaptured in a wink… by the effervescent energy of a happy inquisitive child.
Thank you little lady for your gift this day, and I look forward to visiting with you and your father soon.
Yes Pocahontas, life is “just around the river bend.”
A friend dropped by my studio at he gallery. With him was his six year old daughter, filled with enthusiasm and wonderment. An ice breaker that often works with these mystical little people can be a simple as 5’s… high, low, behind and around. We were both giggling in a moment.
When I first saw her, she was busy taking photos of various art in the gallery. I did not think to ask her how she chose the ones she captured. I should have, but nevertheless, her intent approach was inspirational.
Later, after making her rounds of ALL the studios, she returned to ask me to pose with her for a photo. We picked an appropriate spot with one of my pieces in the background, and we smile widely as her father did he best impression of Ansell Adams.
It was apparent that she was thrilled to share the moment. In truth it was I who had been most moved… for she had brought new light into the shell home of my brain. Her being had caused me to once again become the little boy along the same street of my youth. Memories of past joys flooded and swept away any need for the present.
Yes, the magic of youth is but fleeting… yet recaptured in a wink… by the effervescent energy of a happy inquisitive child.
Thank you little lady for your gift this day, and I look forward to visiting with you and your father soon.
Yes Pocahontas, life is “just around the river bend.”
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Maintaining Balance in an Upside Down World
Again today I have been challenged to keep my balance.
I once again find that my ability to pause before replying (using a quick retort instead), has been severely strained. Doesn’t it seem curious that we “snap’ sooner with those we love most, much quicker than we would someone unimportant.
Familiarity? Forgiveness? Patience? Are these the traits that well known in that special person, that we assume they will prevail?
The truth is, words matter… a lot.
For those of us who are dealing with mental overload or PTSD as the case may be, this is la rigueur de cours.
What is the cause, the root source that defines the process for resolution. Most times I find that this challenge is the natural offspring of having too much on the plate. I lose track of the goal… whish for me is always to, “Walk in Balance.”
Most times it is as simple as recalling that my vitrol’s “target” is my very best friend, who is always there for me… deserving none of the claptrap I serve on these occasions.
As Jack Canfield (of Chicken Soup) reminds us, break our schedule into manageable chunks, and dispose of them, one chunk at a time. So tomorrow, I promise to chunk, chunk, chunk my projects in little bites. Further I resolve once again, to internalize my frustrations, not regurgitate them for others to process in my stead.
With good planning and a tad of luck, I pray that tomorrow will be in much grater balance.
I wish you well with your chunking.
Another thought to share tomorrow.
I once again find that my ability to pause before replying (using a quick retort instead), has been severely strained. Doesn’t it seem curious that we “snap’ sooner with those we love most, much quicker than we would someone unimportant.
Familiarity? Forgiveness? Patience? Are these the traits that well known in that special person, that we assume they will prevail?
The truth is, words matter… a lot.
For those of us who are dealing with mental overload or PTSD as the case may be, this is la rigueur de cours.
What is the cause, the root source that defines the process for resolution. Most times I find that this challenge is the natural offspring of having too much on the plate. I lose track of the goal… whish for me is always to, “Walk in Balance.”
Most times it is as simple as recalling that my vitrol’s “target” is my very best friend, who is always there for me… deserving none of the claptrap I serve on these occasions.
As Jack Canfield (of Chicken Soup) reminds us, break our schedule into manageable chunks, and dispose of them, one chunk at a time. So tomorrow, I promise to chunk, chunk, chunk my projects in little bites. Further I resolve once again, to internalize my frustrations, not regurgitate them for others to process in my stead.
With good planning and a tad of luck, I pray that tomorrow will be in much grater balance.
I wish you well with your chunking.
Another thought to share tomorrow.
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