This was being passed out in a flyer when I was in Santa Fe a few weeks ago. Wherever you may be, think about this before you go to vote. Think about whether or not your candidate thinks so poorly of us....for me it reminds me of what happened with the Bush Administration and what almost happened with Iran.

Hitler's designated successor, Goering, wrote in his Nuremberg Diary the following: (I never thought I would quote this man)

"Why of course the people don't want war....But after all it is the leaders of the country that determine policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a Communist dictatorship....voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country."

Remind you of anything?

I have decided that I am not going to say that I am against war anymore. I feel like by doing so, I am entering into the push and pull of an argument similar to that with a friend or a foe. It enables the other person, gives them fuel to keep attacking, to keep proving me and others wrong for their need to be right. Instead, I am simply for peace. My artwork is for peace, for dreaming a new dream. If I am to dream a new dream, I cannot take part in the old battles anymore. This doesn't mean I won't speak my mind, but it will always be for peace and showing where we need to create it or where the seeds of it are being planted.

I received this image the day after one of my cats died and the morning I found out two of my friends had lost their homes in the California wildfires this past October. I was feeling pretty sad obviously. I had to go to school to work that day (I am a sub), I had no students this one period, so I pulled out my sketchbook, and this image drew itself. The more and more I drew, the more I became enveloped in her, the better I felt. It was a sketch of the Mother Earth's Spirit, and I felt her wrapping her loving arms around all of us...supporting us...and a reconnection. We are so quick to create waste and hurt her, because we are not connected with her. If you meditate with this image, it may help you find that connection.

Change out an incandescent bulb for a fluorescent!

Go for a walk instead of driving

Turn down the air conditioning or the heater by a few degrees

RECYCLE!

Hi Everyone, I just want to wish you all a Happy New Years. May it be filled with love and peace. This world is getting crazier every day....My New Year's Resolution is try to bring peace to my community in whatever way I can even if it is just saying prayers and offering smudge smoke...for the people that I am truly struggling with to find compassion for, may they be my teachers of patience and compassion. May I practice loving kindness no matter what the situation may be...I will recycle everything that I can, and we hopefully will be switching to biodiesel here this summer when the plant gets going. I will walk or ride my bike whenever possible as my way of trying to reduce greenhouse gases in honor of my beloved Polar Bears and all of Wakan Tanka's beautiful creations.....We can only dream a new dream by starting out small, and watching it spread like a wildfire...so on New Year's Eve night, I will go out in my garden with a seed of corn from the Holy Corn that was gifted to me at Hopi with these prayers...my prayers for this generation and for the next seven.

This is a painting I did of these beautiful women I saw at Indian Market two years ago. They were watching me as I was watching them. They allowed us to take a picture of them, and we exchanged contact information. As I painted them, I heard John Trudell sing, "We Are The Seven Generations," and this became the name of the painting. The elder is a beautiful woman and a renegade with her rugs.....and she is stern, and she sized me up pretty good. Her daughter was in absolute bliss as she held her beautiful son....and the Grandmother doted on him in a silence that was so gentle and loving....

Please forgive me for not writing of late. I have been without a computer, and then I got a cold. I am almost over it...take care and be safe!

Go San Diego Chargers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!