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touched by gentlest mother ...

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divine

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came for the water, stayed for the acorns and ...

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carob pods

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could there be any in this pocket?

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certainly smells like Carob

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time for a wash, and our morning nap

[cover photo by Megumi Tatsuzawa, others by Millennium]

Comments (10)

Millennium,
It is so wonderful that you have the company of these beautiful creatures ...

Wonderful photos and captions! Thanks for sharing.

It makes me happy to know they have a safe place to live and explore...I wonder where else you can publish these delightful photographs?

Soooo cute! Soooo Ojai! Thank you!

yes, Megumi and I are part of one great family, Bear/Raccoon ... Ojai/Ahi/Goddess Moon ...

the ancestry, this omnipresent ~now~ of all spirit relations, all times.

the garden we created, midst the garden which is divine nature, our Valley womb, attracted this family of of Raccoons to feed with us.

our buckets of Acorns, and baskets of Carob pods, brought them into close 'dining' together with us.

the five Raccoons, sitting in the morning Sun, together ... each bent over or around the others, cleaning and preening themselves and each other ... gives way to a slightly distant co-foraging, digging in the Earth or the mulch piles for bugs ... or fishing Acorns from adjacent soaking buckets.

in the case of a basket of Carob pods, we quickly put it away in a cabinet, lest it all be engorged in one consuming ecstasy ...

and thus I have become 'the one whose pockets smell like Carob', and am followed whenever I first appear in the garden, as the bearer of manna.

and when I put out a few pieces of a pod, on the Oak stump, for little Mother, a low snarl will slowly grow in her if the others appear and attempt to move too closely to her feast.

feeding, taking spirit, which very much delineates our world of personalities sharing nature's great-sacred bounty song,

evolving tribal dance,

making all the elements of her vast harmonium distinctly clear ...


Boozhoo,
There was a time when we talked to the Animals and they talked to us..
In the Ojibwa Creation story, it is said
we lost this right because we abused the Animals.
I do think that if we are kind and treat Animals as our Relations,
this gift of understanding will be given back.
I think if all were like You, kind to them,
maybe we would have this gift.
Be careful, they are still wild Animals.

Stompingelk, living in the cosmic swirl,
going round and round,
singing my song,
Dancing my dance...

this is an amazing portrait of our forgotten spirit relations .... now for us all to see again!

Boozhoo StompingElk, gentling All,

with respect comes understanding, and with understanding respect ...

in recognizing our sisters and brothers, we too become recognized, become self aware.

in the mirror of all our relations, we are refined to the thousandth, millionth, billionth degree ...

become the episong of the global heart/mind/body, humanity.

Adi Shakti, multifold deity of love incarnate ...

the Obama-Wave?

Sooo sweet and adorable.

the most peace-full morning, aurora,

Deer's hoofs most lightly sounding on the damp sod,

providing rhythm to the song of the conversing birds,
bobbeling butterflies, calling frogs, snoozing raccoons,

and softest turning of the soil, as hands place another
dozens of baby Oak younglings in the Earth,

and push quite a few tall sticks in the ground,

and tie slender red cloth strips to hang.

that dancing feet, will know their path,

and Oaken forest return at last ...

I will try to get this right......
Creator called the animals up to the hill top to talk to them,
Creator told them they must fast before coming up.
Raccoon was up there looking down to the bottom of the hill, in the creek, at some craw-fish.
Wow they looked good, and he was really hungry. maybe he had enough time to just go play with them... not eat any-yet....
Well, Raccoon went down to the creek and started chasing the Cray fish around into the mud.
When he heard Creator coming to the top of the hill he wiped his hands across his face as he got to the top of the hill.
Creator said to Raccoon,you have disobeyed me, I will leave the mud strip across your face from now on to remind you of what you have done..
This is a Ojibwa story and I got most of it right !!

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