Tuesday, October 25, 2005
When the Clock Strikes Midnight
"Many of you have come here for years now asking the
Hopi about the prophecies, and when the clock will
stop ticking. You have spoken with our elders, and
some came with good heart, and others with bad heart,
some left never knowing their own hearts and could not
hear from the heart of the Hopi.
You always left here always fed with something from
us, for your thirst for knowing, and always blessed
from our hearts.
Now the time together is short, shorter than you know,
and our hearts are heavy. 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 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.
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
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."
Chile roasting - at Wagner Farms - Corrales
Harvest Moon ~ Corrales - October 2005
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
A delectable dinner may be as close as the nearest pond or stream!
One of my earliest little-girl memories is of going with my dad and brothers to catch snapping turtles in the muddy Auglaize River near Wapakoneta, Ohio. The rugged, hook-jawed beasts—once pulled ashore and cleaned—would be cooked into a big pot of turtle soup or fried to a golden brown in a sizzling hot skillet.
This abundant—and practically free—source of delicious protein can be found in almost any body of fresh water in eastern North America. And though snappers look mean, they're a cinch to catch and—if you know what you're doing—easy to handle....
LOL! I think this is hilarious - and kind of astonishing - I found this article on a google search, which was a referral to my blog, on the name "linda weissinger" - my maiden name. I did not write this piece for Mother Earth News - and I did not go snapper catching with my dad. This to me is like the Bizarro-World Linda Weissinger -...Child, I never knew ye!