Good Ceremony last night, on the back porch.

I guess we should realize that what we do does not have to grandiose or flamboyant to have an impact.

These ceremonies I do are about intent and fulfilling that intent.

One thing that has come to pass is improvement with using the camera and the cooperation of those that I share this land with. 

A little story, so enjoy.

The Dharma bell is ringing, moved only by the breeze.

It calls us to pay attention to the stories that it brings.

The cedar stands as sentinel, as water slowly rises.

The fox squirrel roams and rambles, as the rain comes softly down.

He trys to find a dry place to clean and dry his fur.

Seems there is none to be found.

He seemed to say "just screw it" and headed to higher ground.

These words that come to me, I give to you as a gift to take or discard; but with hope that you will ponder before disallowing them as nonsense.

The Wind kisses the embers and fans the flame to remove the refuse of this modern world.

The wind and fire understands the need to cleanse the Earth of that which man has wrought.

The flame to make us human.

The flame and the wind understands that man must be cleansed of this "modern" mind.

A mind that must first "see" so the Heart can be open to be filled with "honey".

That sweetness that comes to allow the grief to feed that part of us that is dead.

The sweetness of Praise that we must give to feed our Soul.

See the openness of Now that our Soul can live to feed the Sacred part of us.

This so the World can live again.

That which will bring us all to a new life, a new world, so our children can be free.

By the beauty of our thoughts to dream the world alive again.

Feed the Spirit with these gifts

Allowing them to disintegrate back to Spirit, to feed that Spirit so it can live, so we can live.

Little things I learn from the fire... I burn papers and boxes in the chimenia on my porch-haven't burned the house down yet. It also make a wonderful smudge pot. I put in a lot of cedar this morning to attract good energy. I smudge the land and beyond. The fire was just paper this morning but I have notice the fire sometimes leaves small black pieces, not completely consuming the paper. When I place a small log or two on the fire everything is burned down to a fine ash. The wood from the land burns patiently and consistently removing what man has made and too many times back on the earth as trash.

I observe people with causes asking for money, creating more paper and asking for money to "make things right". I realize I can not contribute to all and wonder if they really are "making things right"? With this February New Moon here on the land we will "patiently and consistently" move forward to do what we can to hopefully "make things right".

Each night a fire is lit, so the Spirit may speak. The message is not always that which we want to hear but need to understand. Last night was a particularly good fire. Warm, strong and very expressive. You can see the Keeper and Guides dance. Tonight will be New Moon. The Intents are being set. Some are new and others are older but are becoming clearer. The Words are read now, but by the end of the year they are to be said "from the heart". Whew! I can be so bad at learning things. To all those I bring into the Circle, may you be well of mind and heart. We all do that small thing that we can do and hold no expectations. So in the words of my favorite "amen" ... Long Life, keep Honey in the Heart, no Evil, Thirteen Thank-Yous.

I have a new camera, been practicing on the bees. I have a couple of nice "cloud" pictures also. Bees are beautiful to me. The stories though, short are beginning to come. Also they send guidance and Goddess knows I need some.

This was a warm sunny day and they were coming for a drink of water. It looks a little grungy but they don't seem to mind. It is a chicken waterer that I put stones in so they will have something to crawl on and not drown.

One more bee story. The post man couldn't get an order I had received in the mail box. So he was bringing it back. I happened to be out at the hive and he pulled up close to the fence to give me the package. Now this is a grumpy South Georgia kind of guy. But, he was smiling saying how glad that I had bees, that he used to have them till his wife became allergic. He knew of other people who had hives in the county, some I didn't know of. But he got how important bees can be for all of us. Made my day. Gotta love the bees.

The Bees tell the story. They say not to be afraid.
Work faithfully at what you love. A passion that can be share.
You don't have to save everyone, just your self.
If you are OK with being you, and move through time and space at peace..
     The rest will be OK.
The Bees are busy, cleaning, caring for the hive, bringing water, caring for their "village".
At night they rest, knowing that they have done all they could do that day to keep everything alive.

The Spirits come to dance at night, or perhaps during the day.
They trip over the candle jars, and chew the wax away.

They lend their energy to this place, the Stones are well aware.
All is well at the Wheel, It shows the way and help us to prepare.

The Stone say "lift me up" before the Equinox.
That intention is being set. Prepare and prepare.

The Owl and the Hawks both sing during the day.
Then the Sacred Silent Night.

The Bees come to visit and tell the stories,
None are still very long.

Prepare this place for what is to come???
The picture is not yet clear.

But prepare we must.
We only have a year.

Guatemala
Guatemala
Brunette sweet and barefoot
With eyes of Atitlan and star
Who already lived in it,
Always the odd
Your body of volcano and mountain
That almost heaven reaches.
Our beloved Guatemala.

The tails of quetzal
They are your hair and therefore
They fall on their full tunic
Arco iris and symbols covering her breasts
Crescent
That you feed your people.
Our beloved Guatemala.

Fertile land which took as a gift
Of our mother nature
The cocoa and corn
To make the happy human.
Full of beautiful lakes and rivers
Where is born the weed
And they converse with the opal.
Our beloved Guatemala

They are peaceful and Atlantic legs
Formed by four intense and cults villages facing the world, multicolor light
The land I belong as a human
To give a message of love to the sister and brother
Our beloved Guatemala.

Marco Antonio Sagastume Gemmell

I had posted up something about "Guatemaya". I studious friend from back home corrected or I should say questioned my spelling. But the Mayans are working to get the spelling changed to Guatemaya because; Mexico makes a joke about nothing good comes from Guate-mala. This is a beautiful country with beautiful people, I left part of my heart there. Would go back again not as a "tourist" but with a desire to be part of "the village".