Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year 2011

Last night many people celebrated in different ways the end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011.  I spent last night in a hot rub with candles, sea salt, and bath oils. 

While soaking in the tub I was thinking about the end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011. Then I began to giggle as my beloved Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha voice started speaking in my head.   I heard, Life is a circle and in a circle and everything returns to where it began.  Aho Grandmother so everything returns from where it began.  So it is with the old and the New Year.  Right now 2010 is the end but on Dec. 31 2009 it was a beginning and this is the cycle of 2011 also.

“We are one together”
Be Well
Rev Marylois

End of the old year?

Tonight many people celebrate the ending of the old year and the ringing in of the new.  Andrey celebrates the Chinese New Year on February 3, 2011.    What ever your tradition it's out with the old and getting ready for the new.

That's every morning for many who honor the Ceremonial traditions. Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha' has shared her morning pray tradition with many.  Each and everyday we begin a new life to again care and grow stronger.

What ever your tradition hold on and expand it into a part of your every day traditions.

Have a blessed day and walk your path with joy and power.

"We are all one together"

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Still in Kentucky

Still in Kentucky! Leaving in the early am tomorrow for Asheville,NC.
Nunda has been taken in by Yona and the day has come to an end.  It is a day filled with blessings and delight.  Everyday is and I am grateful for a life well lived.

If you where looking into my life through a glass globe to day would have seamed uneventful. We got up took care of our alter and then hung out at the house doing things like dishes, cooking, and laundry.  Then we went to the store picked up some food and a few things for the house. Both of us worked on the computer and talked on the phone.  All in all a very ordinary day. 
That's the way you might see this day.
It is in the every day that the extraordinary takes place.  Like the four male Cardinals that where out side the windows different times of the day.  Or the deer that stood next to the front door and left hove mark but I did not see,
Life is what you say it is and I say my day was lived with great love, compassion, and gratuity.  Extraordinary my Beloved Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha.  Simple Extraordinary:-)

"We are all one together"
Rev Marylois

Snow

Still in Kentucky.  Yesterday was the anniversary of my mothers transition into her next being.  To honor her this day I had chosen to make pray ties and burn them with the ones I have carried sense High Ceremony just before dust.  It was a beautiful time of introspection.

Then Marsea and I had a evening of fun planned.  We popped popcorn, made snow cream giggled, (see receipt below) and just went with the evening as it unfold.  Oh it was beautiful.  Marsea said she was reminded of her child hood when she was the big sister and made special treats for her little sister. The different being today she was doing it with joy not because she was order to.  Me I too felt the little girl respond.  As each treat was offered I looked up with my big brown eyes.  Marsea would say you can have both. I would scrum and squall. The little girl with in was delighted. I eat a little snow cream in the three different flavors and I had popcorn. 

Life is what you make it and love is lived in the small moments of your life.  These are the lessons we get everyday from powerful teachers in our lives.  This is how I see my Elder Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha, my mentor Beriniece, my teacher Oprah Winfery all live their lives.

"We are all one together"
Rev. Marylois

Snow Cream.  Go outside and scrape off the first couple of layers of snow. Then scoop up as much as you will eat into a clean bowl.  Bring it back inside and add a little cream to your taste and flavoring.  We added Mable syrup about 1/8cup to 3cups snow.  With about 3tablespoons cream.

We also added about 1/2 cup of cinnamon vanilla creamer to 3 cups snow.

We added 2 teaspoons cherry jello to the snow and a little cream.

use your imagination that's what works best!!!!

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Kentucky

Kentucky  I have driven trough this state several times over the years on my way to Friendship Village in Summerfield OH.   This week I am going to spend a few days here.  I am checking out a house by a creek with woods in the back yard for a possible retreat/teaching center.
When we arrived the house was greeting us. The home owner had left the electric candles of the season burning in the window.
When we walked into the house it was very cold but it took just a few mins. to feel the warmth from the furnace to start raising the house tempter from 45 to 60degrees Fahrenheit She reached 65 in just a few hours.( big house). What ever the temperature inside the house it still was nice compared to the 23degree weather outside.

The house is very large.  Five bedrooms and is on three different levels.  It has a fireplace in the entrance room.  And lots and lots of space.  The back yard slops down to a little creek through a grove of very large tree people.  There are three decks that over look this natural seen.  Each one on a different level.

The exploration of the inside of the house revealed more then the structure.  The sparsely furniture first floor cluttered and the energy said I am ignored. Be with me.  When we explored the second floor the house had homey feeling furniture and it looked like the cave or home of the house with it's big screen TV and comfy couch.  One of the down stairs bedrooms had a little nook were a worm and welcoming bed lay all made up with Christmas sheets and a Amish quilt.  

Marsea and I had some work to do to prepare our sleeping and eating areas.  First we talked about just cleaning around the area we would sleep in.  Then I heard the voice of Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha.  You are worth a clean space  to lay your head.   I remember when we would travel as a band together and at night before we laid our heads upon our pillows we would "Breath Clean" our motel room. Because in the cleanliness our alters would rest well.  What a gift this was to remember how much I AM is worth.  Now back to this story.
.Three hours latter we where ready to bring in our belongings and set up "camp".  The house had a more peaceful feel and so did we.  We were road weary from 11 hours on the road.  We had a hot cup of chamomile tea.  Washed our bodies and gave thanks for the day and what was to come in our adventure.

And the adventure continues.
"We are all one together"
Rev Marylois R. Schott

Monday, December 27, 2010

On the road again.

The excitement was build as I picked out the clothes I would take with me.  This time there would be an extra suitcase to hold my heavy winter clothes.  The Kentucky temperature was to hover in the 20 degree Fahrenheit area a week.  I have never been to Kentucky.  The cabin by the creek in winter time seams like a dream I had as a child.

It was a great beginning to this wonderful trip I am on.  The cozy little cabin, with a porch looking over the creek.  I am asking for a fire place to set my ideal seen.  Two days in the woods surrounded by nature.  Then off to Asheville and the Tantra Center. 

Thus begins my adventure and I am taking you all along. Besides dates when I have agreed to be in any one location I have open this journey to what ever comes.  Like it was when traveling with Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha across country.  We knew when we left and when we had to be there the rest was in Spite's hands guided by Grandma.

I' ll add more latter

"We are all one together"
Rev. Marylois

Sunday, December 26, 2010

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In the Beginning


So, what is there in the beginning?  Over the years there have been many theories about this.  The Bible says, “In the beginning there was God”.  God created every thing. Science says that there was a void and that moister formed.  They theorarise that growth and developed from this molecule caused the big bang theory, An exploitation took place and the whole universe was created.  Other cultures have their belief too.

Today as I contemplated this controversial question my mind began to wonder to see what my reality has on the phrase, “in the beginning”.  What I drew to me was a teaching I attended with Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’. She was asking the group: What does a baby kitten grow up to be?  We answered a cat.  She asked: What does a puppy grow up to be?    
We answered a dog?   So what does a Child of God grow up to be? There was silence.  Nothing come to my lips then, my mind went into over drive.  From this point on I do not know if Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha was talking or if this question in my head was speaking so loud I could hear nothing else.  I could answer the question about kittens and puppies but not about a Child of God. 

In my 47 years reality of being a Child of God I had one reference of what a child of God grows up to be. In the early part of my life in the here and now I was taught that a Child of God grew up to be a Christen.  Later on in life I grew to understand that this was very limiting we are all child of God so my religious beliefs would nave no bearing on being a child of God.  Then what?  What does a Child of God grew up to be?  I thought I had the answer.  A Child of God grows up to be God was the answer I came up with.  For a time I was very pleased with this answer.

Today as I contemplate the question and read what I have written I have an epiphany.   When I take all of the theories about, “In the beginning”, the common thread is that no matter which theory is agreed upon I was there for it all.  This one is a Child of God and where God is so am I as child, (new beginning).  My body is made up of mostly water so I was there too.  There is a blank canvas that provided for creation and anyone can create what they what on it.  So from the beginning a Child of God grew up to be what ever they create themselves to be. In the beginning begins every moment of everyday.

"We are one together"
Rev. Marylois R. Schott


Wind and rain

Today all over the world there is a celebration of Christmas.  Everyone has a tradition they follow.  Some are grand and require many hours/days/ weeks/ months to prepare for.  Some are very simple and never change from year to year.

What ever the celebration that takes place in your life the spirit of giving is at the forefront.  During the gathering that you have it’s not the presents underneath the tree or even the feast to be shared spread out on the table that is the main point.  It’s all of it and none of it at all.   It is for most, the sharing of one to another. 
This gift of the season can last the whole year through.
For giving needs no holiday for it to give another joy any time.
The homeless person you pass on your way to family, the little old lady at the grocery store, anyone your share a smile with. 

To live your life as a giver is what many the greatest mentor of our time life as a example of their lives.  Look at Oprah Winfrey how she lives her life is service for others.  My Elder Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’ is a living example of the giver. 

I pray, To the giver all things I give thanks:  for that is truly all I have to give.  My gift this year to all I am blessed to touch I give the gift of thanks and I give it with a smile!

“We are one together”

Friday, December 24, 2010

Mars in Retrograde

One of those days.

I woke up and tripped over a chair that’s as big as me.  So I sat in it and laughed. 

I jumped in the show and forgot to bring my shampoo in with me.  I smiled and froze a little when I stepped out to get it.

I cleaned out my purse and could not find my driver license.  But still I was smiling.

As I dug through my car and ever stitch of clothing I ware the last few days I was still in good humor. 

Then I started getting upset and I need to change how I was being.

Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha has said be still and listen.

I sat in the chair I tripped over this morning and began deep breathing I remembered the look and the texture of my license. Then I asked the question.  Where is my driver license?

When I open my eyes again I was very peaceful.  In the stillness I was in I saw the movement of taking my license out of my wallet and placing it on the set of the car then it falling into a food bag in front of the seat.  When I got home I throw the bag away and so my license.


Well I had my peace back and now I need to plan for the trip to the DMV to get a new one.

Oh ya, I open my astrology reading for today and it said that Mars was in Retrograde and to day would be a day of upset for me. 

Here’s the truth I get to chose what upsets me and I get to chose to change it. 

“We are all one together.
Rev. Marylois R. Schott








Thursday, December 23, 2010

Rain

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Rain it is the Grandmother’s kissing me healing me cleansing me.

Today could have been a roller coaster of emotion.  It’s started with a call to my eldest son asking what I could bring to Christamas Breakfast.  I was joyful at the thought of us all being together.  His response,  I have to call dad and make sure his girlfriend, Amy is comfortable with you being here.  OK!, that made me stop, and take a deep breath.

I don’t understand. This is between your father and I.

 Yes mom but it’s my house and I don’t think you should be shoved down Amy’s throat. 

First of all that puts you in a place that I never wanted you to be and second your father knows I will be there we had this conversation almost a week ago.

That being what ever it was and me being hurt my first impulse was to run go where I am wanted.  Hide some where and lick my wound. 

Instead I adjusted my thinking.  I called Evelyn to clear my head and took a different look at the wounded little girl.

The voice of Grandmother Pa’Ris’ha came into my head.  Stop being overwhelmed.
Aho! Beloved Elder! 

Though out the day many other disturbs come into to my day testing the water’s of freedom that come from not being over whelmed.  I  would stop take a breath, gave thanks’ and moved on.

Being overwhelmed is a chose.  Having the emotions is human.  How long and how I hold on or release it I choose.

About 4:00pm the phone rang I almost did not answer it.  What now!  This time on the other end of the phone was a voice inviting me to come to Ashville and teach during the Holiday. This is something I have been working with for months.

How things changed in my day was simple.  When I got out of my way and allowed what I had been creating to take place every thing open up.

Then the day gave more gifts.  The man I am romantically involved with called and for the first time came to visit me in my home.  When he arrived I stepped out to great him.
What a beautiful day. We shared dancing and singing.  We read to each other. We shared a meal. And then we shared our bodies. At 53 years young the romance has gotten even better!
As he left that evening I walked him to his car.  It was dark and I was hoping to share the beauty of the evening sky.  Alas there where dark clouds covering Grandfather Moon and the Star Nation. So, we said our goodbyes.
 Before I went inside I raised my arm to the Sky and they gave me their blessings.  The Grandmothers came poring down on my head. I stood giggling as the Grandmother began kissing me, cleansing me, healing me.  WADO!

“We are all one together”
Rev. Marylois R. Schott



Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Peace

In the stillness I have clarity.
In the mall at this time of year there are people going in every direction lots of different conversation going on and music playing in the back ground.
In a instant you can get lost in the hustle and bustle of the coming and going of everyone.  You begin to hear noise and clatter.  Then confusion begins.  When this starts I take a deep breath and quiet my core.  In the stillness I have clarity.  As I exhale all around me come back into a perfect motion. 
Not only does this happen at this time of year but it is true where every where I go.  It is true of those who carry the peace maker within them.   Any one who is deliberate in their action of bring peace around them can do it.

In her Poem Amazing Peace A Christmas Maya Angelou  I see the action of Peace.

Amazing Peace: A Christmas Poem
By Maya Angelou
Thunder rumbles in the mountain passes
And lightning rattles the eaves of our houses.
Flood waters await us in our avenues.

Snow falls upon snow, falls upon snow to avalanche
Over unprotected villages.
The sky slips low and grey and threatening.

We question ourselves.
What have we done to so affront nature?
We worry God.
Are you there? Are you there really?
Does the covenant you made with us still hold?

Into this climate of fear and apprehension, Christmas enters,
Streaming lights of joy, ringing bells of hope
And singing carols of forgiveness high up in the bright air.
The world is encouraged to come away from rancor,
Come the way of friendship.

It is the Glad Season.
Thunder ebbs to silence and lightning sleeps quietly in the corner.
Flood waters recede into memory.
Snow becomes a yielding cushion to aid us
As we make our way to higher ground.

Hope is born again in the faces of children
It rides on the shoulders of our aged as they walk into their sunsets.
Hope spreads around the earth. Brightening all things,
Even hate which crouches breeding in dark corridors.

In our joy, we think we hear a whisper.
At first it is too soft. Then only half heard.
We listen carefully as it gathers strength.
We hear a sweetness.
The word is Peace.
It is loud now. It is louder.
Louder than the explosion of bombs.

We tremble at the sound. We are thrilled by its presence.
It is what we have hungered for.
Not just the absence of war. But, true Peace.
A harmony of spirit, a comfort of courtesies.
Security for our beloveds and their beloveds.

We clap hands and welcome the Peace of Christmas.
We beckon this good season to wait a while with us.
We, Baptist and Buddhist, Methodist and Muslim, say come.
Peace.

Come and fill us and our world with your majesty.
We, the Jew and the Jainist, the Catholic and the Confucian,
implore you to stay awhile with us
so we may learn by your shimmering light
how to look beyond complexion and see community.

It is Christmas time, a halting of hate time.
On this platform of peace, we can create a language
to translate ourselves to ourselves and to each other.
At this Holy Instant, we celebrate the Birth of Jesus Christ

Into the great religions of the world.
We jubilate the precious advent of trust.
We shout with glorious tongues the coming of hope.
All the earth’s tribes loosen their voices to celebrate the promise of
Peace.

We, Angels and Mortals, Believers and Nonbelievers,
Look heavenward and speak the word aloud.
Peace.

We look at our world and speak the word aloud.
Peace.

We look at each other, then into ourselves,
And we say without shyness or apology or hesitation:

Peace, My Brother.
Peace, My Sister.
Peace, My Soul



My Elder Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha shares with us the
Beauty Way
of the Peace Maker when she takes a breath and then exhales.

“We are all one together”
Rev. Marylois R. Schott

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Ceramony

A night of ceramoney It began at 11:00pm when many joined together in a GLOBAL PRAYER AND MEDITATION FOR PEACE AND PROSPERITY
 
Then:
At 1:25 am I stood in all my splendor and bathed in the silver rays of Grandfather moon. I was very aware of the ceremonial aspect of what was going on. Spending many days in preparation is always a joy.  Sending out email to others and inviting others to take part in this lunar eclipse, that was taking place durning a full moon. In one of the article I was reviewing to move closer to the inner core of me told about the astrological aspect of this moon and its Solstice Eclipse.  It said that it was a great time to release aspect of self that you battle with. I sat straight up in my set and began to think what aspect of self do I battle with.  This would be the area that would open up an access to heath wealth and happiness.

Setting in a mediation I began to see a vision I am 4 and 5. Then it is gone.  What I know is I was called smiles and tenacious when I was 4 but, I was withdrawn I was 5.  There is all kinds of conversation around this topic for me.  In this moment and time it simple meant that this was the battle I do every moment of every day.  To be courage's in all my actions brings me joy. Compromising is how I disappear myself.

At about 2:20am I began a mediation of a tug a war taking place within my being. On one side the 4year old on the other the 5.  Back and for they went tugging and pulling with all their might doing battle over who would win.  In that moment there was a stillness and in the center of the rope a gentle tug took place and these ends of the rope come together so did the 4 and 5 year old. 
There is no separation between these two being of me there is only a chose each and everyday to be one way or the other.

So much more took place and tonight I will be celebrating Winter Solstice I am grateful to be able to share the expression of myself with other.

Wado Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha' In you I see the living expression of ceremony as you live every moment as ceremony.

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Beautiful Day

Oh what a beautiful morning.

Beginning my day in the Beauty way is a day that begins in joy

A smile is twinkling behind my eyes

For the knowing is there that in ever being I get to look upon I am given a gift

A twitching of excitement takes place as I start out walking

How crisp the air is this day another gift given this one.

And the day just gets better

The sky is quiet the winged ones are waiting for the warmth of the Sun

As I put each foot down I hear the crispness of the falling leaves crushing under my feet

Then brother wind begins to play with my hair.

A stream of chestnut brown flows behind my head

The wind shifts and for just a moment in time I am blinded by my one 3 foot locks

Now what I hear is the giggling from deep within as others join in the enjoyment of wind

Oh what a beautiful.

" The Wind is its most powerful when it whirls in a Circle."
Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha


Beauty awakens the soul to act.
Dante Alighieri

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them?
Rose Kennedy






Saturday, December 18, 2010

Tis the night before Christmas

 
Tis’, the night before Christmas and I look back over my year

Man have I given a whole lot of Sh.., stuff away this year

Bed sets, kitchen gadgets and books on many subjects, all went to others 

I have nothing left in the attic or cellar J  

The cloths that I gave filled my brother truck

I’ve donated money to support our scared lands

Given food and blackest to homeless people

In my world I gave given even more then Oprah Winfrey has

And then I get quiet and start to giggle

Vision of teachers begin dancing in my head 

 Berience, who teaches all her students to pay it forward

Denise, sings like a song bird that radiates to each heart

Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’, who lives her life sharing with others

Giving away stuff that others could use has always given me joy

But, the gifts that are given that cause growth to my soul are the ones that gave me a gift words untold. 

Being with children and holing their hand, smiling at a stranger who nods with delight,
or just being quiet and listening when other talks.

As I settle down in my most natural state, and begin my sleep the peace that I feel comes from being of serves to all to every being

It’s not what I gave it’s what I got from others that is the magic of giving

Ant’ that great!!!  


 "We are all one together"

Rev. Marylois


Friday, December 17, 2010

Blanket of time

It’s Dec. 17 and it has been very cold in Sunny Florida.  For the last week or two we have been waking up to temperatures hovering around 25 degrees f.   I have been hibernating inside the little mobile home I share with my brother Chuck.  Only venturing out long enough to great the dawn. 
Today how ever there are many arenas that need to be taken care off so, I bundle up and off I go.  The route I am taking takes me on to a long stretch of highway where I get to see much wild life.  On the utility poles there sits an Osprey then another.  Today I see 5 Osprey!   I am always filled with much gratitude when these heavenly beings grace me with their presents. 
Today taking in the beauty of the Osprey my eyes began to wonder to the tree nation that stands as the back drop to the wonderful sign I am in.  As I take in the beauty of the changing leaves the bright yellows and the crimson reds, I begin to remember being in Ohio a few years ago stand on the pouch of Friendship Village.  I look up to see the arrival of my Cherokee Elder Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’  as she arrives.  When she steps out of the car she is wrapped in a beautiful shawl the colors of autumn have embraced her and she is glowing. 
This little girl this day inside of me begins to giggle.  I pull my shawl; the one Grandmother gifted me, around my shoulder and can feel the blanket of time and this day of beauty wrapping every element into the other.   We are all wrapped in the blanket of time and this day.  We have a treasure of wonders to see every moment of everyday.

“WE are all one together”
Marylois

Thursday, December 16, 2010

In the beginning

In the Beginning


So, what is there in the beginning?  Over the years there have been many theories about this.  The Bible says, “In the beginning there was God”.  God created every thing. Science says that there was a void and that moisture formed.  They theorized that growth developed from this molecule and caused the big bang theory, An explosion took place and the whole universe was created.  Other cultures have their belief too.

Today as I contemplated this controversial question my mind began to wonder to see what my reality has on the phrase, “in the beginning”.  What I drew to me was a teaching I attended with Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’. She was asking the group: What does a baby kitten grow up to be?  We answered a cat.  She asked: What does a puppy grow up to be?    
We answered a dog?   So what does a Child of God grow up to be? There was silence.  Nothing came to my lips then, my mind went into over drive.  From this point on I did not know if Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha was talking or if this question in my head was speaking so loud I could hear nothing else.  I could answer the question about kittens and puppies but not about a Child of God. 

In my 47 years reality of being a Child of God I had one reference of what a child of God grows up to be. In the early part of my life in the here and now I was taught that a Child of God grew up to be a Christian.  Later on in life I grew to understand that this was very limiting, we are all children of God so my religious beliefs would have no bearing on being a child of God.  Then what?  What does a Child of God grew up to be?  I thought I had the answer.  A Child of God grows up to be God was the answer I came up with.  For a time I was very pleased with this answer.

Today as I contemplate the question and read what I have written I have an epiphany.   When I take all of the theories about, “In the beginning”, the common thread is that no matter which theory is agreed upon I was there for it all.  This one is a Child of God and where God is so am I as child, (new beginning).  My body is made up of mostly water so I was there too.  There is a blank canvas that provided for creation and anyone can create what they what on it.  So from the beginning a Child of God grew up to be what ever they create themselves to be. In the beginning begins every moment of everyday.


 "We are all one together"
Rev Marylois R. Schott

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Seasons

Season Remembrance.

In the “Nutcracker” the line:  vision of sugar plum dance in their head.  Stirs within me the vision I have of Sundance. 

The precision lines of the toy solders moving in unison, brings forth the sight of the Ceremonial Dancer.  Each dressed in their regalia coming into the Arbor.  Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha sings them into rhythmic movement to flow together in grace and elegant as one force of love.

The Nutcracker Army does battle with the force of evil and nothing stands in their way.  The Ceremonial Dancer Battle with the forces that could deter them from fulfilling their covenant and step into the Dance as an example of strength and beauty. 

The Battle is won in the Nutcracker and much love is shared with all.  Love is the alignment gift that the Ceremonial dancers give to those who support them.  This is done through sacrifices that is seen and unseen.  All that can be said is thank you.



“We are all one together”

 Marylois



Song of the day


Many times during my day the sound of music can be heard.  Sometimes the verses from one song are sang with another song's melody. If another is listening they may hear me sing off pitch.  I have done this all my life.  No matter what the mood singing changes my perspective on what ever was going on in my life.

I remember one night in Columbus Ohio.  A group of us had been at an event and  headed out to have pizza with our Elder Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’.  It was a joyous time sharing food and conversation with each other, a great deal of giggling was enjoyed.

As we got ready to leave I was leaning over the top of a bench.  Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’ was seated directly in front of me.  My voice raised in song.  From the depth of my being I began to sing,"You Are The Wings Beneath My Wings".  Radiating from every molecule of my being I was singing a song of recognition to one who stands in my possibility in every aspect of my life. I don’t remember a single note off key. I only remember the connotation that existed between me and one I respect.

What a gift to be able to share song with anyone.  This morning the song of thanksgiving that moves through my being is Old Fashion Love Song“One I am sure that wrote for you and me”.


"We are all one together"
Marylois

Monday, December 13, 2010

Blank Page

“Blank Page”

This blank page sits stearing at me.  I get up and walk around the room my mind as blank as this page. 
Nothing there, there’s nothing there!  How can I say I want to write when there is nothing there? How do I make this happen?

I set back down.  How many times have I heard in this life time, one foot in front of the other or take an action to put into motion what you want? Simple choose and do, that is all there is. 

OMG this is what Oprah Winfrey, Maya Angelou, Deepak Chopra and many other great teacher talks about Taking action to accomplish a task. That is how they live there lives.

Now there are many thoughts that are running through my brain. Every teacher/mentor has said the same thing. (Sometimes I hear different words, but same meaning).   The Old Ones, My Elder Pa’Ris’Ha, and Berience have always shared the need to take action not just any action the right action to accomplish what I desire to create.  Every being I have encountered and those who have not revealed them selves, even creation require action. 

It’s not just putting words on a page that I wanted to accomplish today.  It was living into the word I have given myself that every day I would take an action, by witting in my blog, that would share a gift given to me.


Now this blank page has become a canvas waiting for many words that come together to provide the days creation.  The pearls of wisdom opened to me, is now in a form that I can give you.

Take an action that will open up your creativity and allow the joy of who you are flow.

“We are all one together”
Rev. Marylois

  

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Hands of a Child

Saturday, December 11, 2010

My Mothers Birthday

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My Mothers Birthday

Today the words of my Cherokee Elder Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha" echo strongly in my being: "Once we stand heart to heart, I live in you and you live in me, this is the gift of remembering."

I celebrate one of the most impotent days of my life on Dec. 11th, the birth of my mother in 1933.  She is ever where everyday for me.  In the breeze that kisses my cheek I feel my mother hands caress my face.  In the eyes that look at me from the mirror I see the twinkling of joy mom shared with me. In each of my children, grandchildren and great grand children the remembrance of her is in there action. 


My mom was a giant of a woman, in this ones eye.  She stood 5'11 and as a child in her shadow I felt the protection of her love. When I grew to be a woman the connection was even stronger.  If she sneezed in Florida I picked up the phone in Upstate New York to see if she needed anything. We were able to talk openly with one another.  Our instincts where always right about each other.

My eyes are filled with tears as the emotions of this day fill ever core of who I am.  These are not tears of sorrow, oh no.  I have filled with so much love and gratitude for Virginia Astel Goodell that my eyes are releasing to allow for more joy and thanksgiving to share with all.

In 18 days I will celebrate the day of my mother’s next birth, Dec 29 1997, with as many tears of joy as today.  I remember that before she died she went blind.  When we spoke of this she said her greatest sorrow was in not being able to see the smile on my face.  Now my beloved mother sees me smile and nothing hinders her view.

One of the great gifts we shared was to be there.  She was there as I took my first breath in this life time.  And I was there when she took her last.  Always we are together sharing and spreading the love and joy of mother and daughter.

I remember my mom, Marylois Ruth Kelsey

Friday, December 10, 2010

Beauty way

Before I put my feet upon the floor in the morning I resit a sharing from my Cherokee Elder Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha. "The Beauty Way".  I walk my day in the Beauty.

Today setting here and preparing for luncheon this afternoon I am aware of the way my preparation have changed.

Just a few years ago I would grab something out of the closet, through it on the bed, take a quick shower, run a brush through my hair, step into my cloths, and slip some earrings on as I ran out the door. I looked OK.

Today I am aware that I picked my outfit out two days ago.  I tyred on my dress and all the accessory's to coordinate and look my best.  I bathed last night and oiled my body.  I chose my nail polish to match my out fit. Each item and every step taken to prepare this alter for a journey into the world is done to show beauty and thanksgiving for all things. There is peaceful.
For me the true meaning of the beauty way is peace, gratitude, and joy.

Because the preparation is done in this manner it will reflect in the rest of the day and the beauty is shared with everyone I behold in my day.

May you have a life filled with beauty.

Be beautiful
Rev. Marylois

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Exploring my creativity

Lately I have received encouragement to explore my creativity. 


Exploring my creativity:

From the time I was a very little girl I had a dream. It was very impotent that I told no one about this dream. My belief was that if I told someone they would cause it not to happen. So, I told no one, I have a dream.

Every day for the last 5 decades I have thought about this dream. Some times I even live as if it is real. But I tell no one what my dream is.
I have a dream.

Over the years I have gathered bits and pieces of evidence that this dream is real and that maybe, just maybe, I am not the only one with this dream. Still I say nothing. I have a dream.

In my dream there are moments that are clear and words to express it come rushing to my lips. Quickly I bit down so no one hears. I have a dream.

Every day every moment this dream grows bigger and stronger as does the instinct to share. Still I say nothing. I have a dream.

The question within begin to arise. Truly do you believe no one knows your dream? Answer: I have a dream.

How powerful could your dream become if another know about it? Answer: What? I have a dream?

Will you share your dream? Yes! Sharing my dream. I have a dream of sharing.


Thank you Grandmother Pa'Ris"Ha, Denise, and Berenice Andrews for the encouragement.

Gettin it right!!

Getting It Right

This is my first blog.  For over a year the goal of blogging was set.  I set a date. I wrote it down.  I thought about it, a lot.  Every time I would start to take action I would stop because:  it would take to long, I did not know what I was doing, I could do it later, others do it so well I would look silly in my writing. Yep that was it, I set myself up to make sure I look good. I had to get it right.

Going on line and reading the wonderful article that my friends wrote made me want to write too.  I keep reading every one's blogs and was touched, moved and inspired to read more.  I  added this to the list of excuse.  All the articles I read where what I wanted to say and I enjoyed them.  Now I had to come up with some thing different and I had to get ever word just right. These article are so well articulated, spelling, grammar, and flow they wrote with such ease.  How was I ever going to get it right?

This Morin getting it right appeared again.  I was reading an Email from Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha. In a simple question where are you? I heard a very silly answer, trying to get it right.  Almost instantaneously I could feel Grandmother eyes sparking with laughter and I was giggling out loud.  My thought was really, getting it right, really?  When I stopped giggling I pulled out my blue pen made a great big wheel on a piece of blank paper and filled it in with my action for my blog. Then I started taking each action. 

I am still setting here with a great big grin on my face.  From the moment I typed blog into my search engine to completing this first blog has taken 15min.  OMG! I got out of my head and took the right action that where laid out and that quick I got it right! 

Thank you Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha for the constant encouragement of your warm heart and beautiful smile.


Getting it right :-)
Rev. Marylois R. Schott