Saturday, November 27, 2010

"The Red Buttons"

The shadows of the long fingered pine needles were dancing in the forest.
The snow was melting, and droplets were falling like diamonds to the moss covered earth below.
The sun was peeking at me from behind the sleeping giants,,,, and so,,,, I peeked back.
And then as I gazed into the sky. I saw the forest branches glistening.
The sun reached down and wrapped its rays around me like a giant hug.
A hush seemed to have overtaken my forest, and so I tip toed very quietly into the solitude.

I sat by the creek pondering my many, many thoughts,, , and then suddenly I saw what appeared to be a red button floating in the stream.
My bones trembled with curiosity., "What a Tweedles to do" but investigate!
I stepped as close to the waters edge as I could without falling in,, and then I saw more red buttons laying in the snow...... across the creek.
I remember those buttons from somewhere,,, I just do not know where.,,,

And so I climbed upon a log that stretched its limbs across the swirling stream,,,, I followed the trail of buttons. And then there were little paw tracks in the snow.
I followed the buttons.
I followed those very familiar buttons.
I followed the tracks..
My paws were so dirty and grungy from the snow and mud,,, and they were cold. But I did not care.
In a manner of minutes I was surrounded by a thicket of briars and thorns, and a deep dark hollow.
The entrance to the hollow was small.
Surely I can squeeze my body inside, I said to myself,,, and so I poked my head into the hole.
Oh my gosh, I whispered softly,,,,
I must get out of here quick!
I tried to pull my head out, but I was stuck!
I wiggled, but my feet slipped.
I wiggled until I was exhausted.
I wiggled until I was flat on my nose!
Suddenly, just like magic,,, in a fairy tale story some thing from behind me gave a big PUSH,,, and instantly , I rolled head over tail inside the hollow.
I was surrrounded by rabbits,, forest rabbbits. The rabbits were all different colors.
Some had long ears, and some had short ears and they all had long whiskers. .
The rabbits were sitting in a circle around a crackling camp fire.
The rabbits were munching on long stemmed carrots.
I looked to my left and standing beside me was Niblet, my mysterious bunny friend who always borrowed carrots from my garden.
"This is where I live " Niblet said. "This is my family."
Strands of yarn and strings of buttons draped from the withered tree branches in the hollow. I stood up to shake the dried leaves from my tail.
And then I saw it,,,, a tattered and torn blue jacket was stretched from branch to branch like an umbrella.
My mind zoomed backwards, as I remembered this was MY old blue jacket.
This was my old blue jacket that had gotten stuck on the barbed wire fence in September.
I had tugged and pulled on the jacket, but it would not come down, and so I had decided to leave the jacket hanging on the fence.
Surely,,,, it would scare the crows, I thought to myself.
Strands of golden yarn were carefully placed over every little tear.
The rabbits were patching the torn and tattered blue jacket with love.
As I sat huddled with my new friends,, Niblet brought me a bowl of hot carrot- cider. The cider warmed my cold bones. I looked up, as Nibblett snuggled beside me.
Niblets whiskers began to twitch,, and then he began to speak. "Tweedles, is your heart asking you why you followed the trail of red buttons to our den?
I nodded my head and whispered "Yes, please tell me".
And so Niblet told me that "one day, Granny rabbit had made a wish on the brightest star in the sky.
Grannys wish, was that her family of rabbits would have a new comforter for the log bed that all of the rabbits slept in.
Each day as I pased by your garden, I thought of you Tweedles.
And then I thought of wishes made on stars.
I saw your blue jacket become tattered and torn.
And so one day,, I remembered that special day when my Granny, wished upon a star.
I brought the jacket home and now all the rabbits have been sewing and mending.
We had dreams for the tattered and torn blue jacket.
All the holes are filled with yarn. We stuffed the jacket with wish flowers blossoms.
Tonight we place the blue jacket comforter on our bed.
We wanted to thank you Tweedles for this blue jacket, but we did not know how.
We wanted you to be a part of this.
We all agreed that you must see it with "your eyes."
My eyes filled with joyful tears. I blinked and then I hugged the rabbits.
Carefully one by one, all the rabbits paws took a corner of blue jacket comforter.
Like playing follow the leader, all the rabbits walked over to the log bed and gently lowered the comforter onto the bed.
It was then that Granny rabbit handed each rabbit a red button. And then Granny handed me a button and a pine needle ,threaded with golden yarn,,,,,, as Granny stitched the first red button onto the comforter,, I watched.
I was next in line." I have never done this before",, I whispered to Granny.
My paws trembled as the golden yarn dangled from my paws. Then gentle as a butterfly, Grannys giant paw took my paw, and together we stitched the red button onto the....... no longer tattered jacket,,, my heart beat with joy!
I will never forget,,, the happy rabbits faces. I will never forget this day.
As I was ready to leave, Niblet took my paw and led me to a door...
As I opened the door,, A door I did not know was there.,,,
I gasped at the beauty...
there before my eyes was the lengthening shadows as they stretched across the forest. I followed the path way home,,, thinking,,, and remembering my friends at Golden Pines, who said the words,,,"The path to a friends home is never long"
Tonight I will wish on stars.
Nitey nite my friends

Monday, November 15, 2010

"We Are So Sad"

We are all very sad.
We are sad because yesterday our dear friend Betty,
went to the Rainbow Bridge.
So many tears are falling. So many hearts are broken.
We don't know what to do. It's just a sad day.

One thing that we can do,,,,
We can stretch our paws in a big circle around Bettys family
and show them love.
And for each other, we can wipe the tears from each others faces.
We miss you Betty, ,,,,, your in our hearts forever and ever.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

"This One is For You"

Come and sit beside me.
The time is here when the world sits shoulder to shouder as ONE, to participate in this huge event sponsored by Jake, Fergie and their mom.

A hush is drifting across the planet as we remember our special friends who are not with us anymore.
We will never forget you, as we cannot forget the paws you left on our hearts.
We ask for miracles for all those who are hurting and who have bad sickness.
We encircle our paws around you. We so remember you.
We think about the familys with quivering hearts as they worry about their fur babies.
We ask for a calmness to comfort their souls.
We remember the shivering little feathered friends with broken wings.
And we remember all the furries , those that meow and woof and wooo and bark, and chirp, those who are lost and loney, and afraid, we remember all of you.
We remember all the sea creaures of the sea and air.

I ask the maker of the sky to remember all those that I forgot.
The time is now,,,, lets take a moment,,,,,,
I light a candle for all of you.,,,,,,,,,join paws with me.
This one is for you.

Monday, November 1, 2010

"Greetings and Thanks"

Today my heart feels thankful.
I have many reasons why my heart feels this way.
Mother Earth has reached out her arms to me,
I feel touched by
clouds in the painted skys,
the tricking streams,
the roaring oceans
the glorious moon
the twinking stars
and the land that my paws walk on
and EVERYTHING that I see.

I am thankful for all the plants.
I am thankful for all the heart beats, that shares this world with me.
I am very thankful.

Sometimes in the big universe , one heart will connect to another.
Souls can connect deeper, than the deepest ocean.
If we listen,
we can feel the rhythm of other hearts as they share our thankfulness.

I have a special Earth Friend.
His name is Stubby ( Life of Stubby ,) and he is 13 years wise.
Do you know that when his little paws walk so gently on the earth,
no one knows that he has even been there?
Stubby has taught me to walk softly and gently.
Whenever I walk through my forest, I hear the heart beat of the trees.
I know that I am not the only one who has listened to the rhythm..
Stubby told me that he hears it too.
Do you hear it?

Stubby is teaching me lessons about life.
He has taught me that we never know the impact, that we are making in our world.
Everything is connected to each other in one way or another.
We are all part of the Earth- you and me- all of us.
Yes, even the plants.
Forever and ever.
We are all part of the Earth.

One day, Stubby sent a message to his friends.
Stubby said that "There is a time for everything."
Stubby and his family, needed to slow down, and they needed to enjoy each and every moment.
They needed to take a little rest, so that they could enjoy those "special moment things."
I did not understand.
And so with sadness and joy-(both at the same time,) my friends and I said goodbye-
Just good-bye for now.

A few days later, I received a box in my mailbox.
It was from Stubby.
The box was a gift, and it was a little poster which had many words.
The words had touched Stubbys heart, and he knew the words would touch my heart too.
As you read the words below , maybe you will feel the words.
The gift that Stubby sent to me is is called "Greetings and Thanks".
Not only are the words special...
but Stubby also taught me that- YES, there is a time for everything.
Thank you my Stubby, my Special Earth Friend.

"A daily Thanksgiving inspired bythe Onondaga Nation, Haudenosaunee"

and Thanks
to each other
as people
To The Earth
mother of all
greetings & thanks
To all the waters
waterfalls & rain
greeting & thanks
To all the
the grains and greens
as one we send thanks
of the world
and their keepers
& thier
& thanks
for shelter
& shade
fruit & beauty
greetings & thanks
large and small
joyful greetings & thanks

And from the four directions
thank you for purifying the air
we breathe and
giving us strength
our grandfathers
in the sky
We hear your voices
and now
for the light of a new day
and all the fires of life
to our oldest grandmother
leader of women
all over the world
for their mystery
beauty and guidance
from all times
reminding us of how
to live in harmony
the gifts of creation
for all the love around us
And for that
which is forgotten

A daily Thanksgiving inspired bythe Onondaga Nation, Haudenosaunee

Nitey nite my friends