Warrior Painted Face

My great nephew loves hockey. He is quite a good goalie at a very early age. Like many his age he has a favorite team and favorite players etc and aspires to be a part of it all. Some of the stories that come out of this interest of his are astounding. I must say that it is much different being on a team as a kid than it is being a single mom of a kid on a team. Old standards will happen and rear their ugly heads now and then. Discrimination will happen and the next thing you know there are hockey parents who exclude his mom and him from invitations because they are too threatened by what they see as well as by a mom who actually shares healthy opinions about activities that go on around this sport. It really puts a damper on the enjoyment factor when there are such shenanigans going on in the background.

But what we need to not lose sight of is the love of the game. It doesn't have to be WWWF on Ice. In fact it should never be that. The game serves to build self-worth and self-confidence in young players. This cannot happen if parents are screaming insults at children from the stands. Sometimes they even scream them at their own children because they see their kid as a failure, not that they themselves could have done any better at that age!

There is a primal need that team sports serves as well. That primal need goes back thousands of years. Eventually it developed into things like armies that conquered foreign lands. At least that is not the focus with team sports. It serves the primal need to conquer while not actually shedding a drop of blood....hopefully. Some may argue that I am nuts in this perspective, but those who do are idiots. Of course it serves the primal need to conquer. If it did not, then competitive sports would never have developed in the first place. Look, for example, at how involved even non-sports minded folks get in the Olympics. This is an event that is actually based on the same primal need. The more gold medals that are earned by a country, the higher regard that country is held in the eyes of the rest of the world. It is like going to international war without the rifles and tanks and other anti-personnel weaponry involved. It is cultured. It is refined. And it is primal. To compete one must be able to put out 110% or more just to make the cut. One becomes a warrior who represents their respective homeland.

A lot of people do a lot of praying around such events as the Olympics. They want their own country to win more Gold than any other country. The only praying that I have ever done around the Olympics is that everyone remains safe, unharmed....healthy, and enjoys the competition to the max because that opportunity does not come around very often and certainly not for just anyone. Accidents happen and people get hurt during practices and competitions. This is unfortunate, but true. So that is what I focus my prayers on. I really don't care squat about who wins what. But not caring does not stop the warm and tingly feeling inside when my own country does well. It is a rush. Really, deep inside, we are all warriors with painted faces. Let's just accept that as truth and then allow it to become expressed in constructive ways.

Blessed Be
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www.deerhornshamanic.com

It's Been a While...

Since last I was able to write.  December has been unusually horrible for my Love and I.  That is not to say that all is not well.  Things are completely improving.  But in the second week of December we were both down with a nasty flu bug.  This turned into pneumonia for her.  Then her kidneys crashed (she received a transplant 9 years ago).  So off to Emergency we went.  A week later her pneumonia was better and with dialysis on a three times a week scheduling and IV antibiotics to be continued at home, she was sent home on the 20th.  Then the morning of the 21st she was back in Emergency.  On the evening of the 21st her pneumonia was rearing its ugly head and she crashed.  She was taken to the Progressive Care Unit where she was hooked up to I think 5 IV's and receiving a blood transfusion.  The next day she was sent to ICU where she was stabilized over the next week.  She was possibly going to undergo an open Lung biopsy surgery, which was able to be prevented when the medications began really kicking in.  All this could possibly have been prevented if her chronic cough for the last 24 months was actually dealt with when it was brought up.  But apparently unless you are admitted into a hospital these things will slip through the cracks.  So the medication has been killing the bug that was causing the cough, or at least that is what they are saying.  Now she is out of the ICU and into a ward where she will gradually transition back to home.

Through all of this I have discovered a few things.  Although St. Paul's hospital in Saskatoon is not the greatest for research and such, you cannot in any way beat the incredible staff that they have.  The compassionate and discrete care that they give is absolutely sterling!  It made ICU feel like a day spa.  Well, except for the fact that the stay was for way too many days and it was an ICU.  As well, I have discovered that when the times get really rough, I have more strength in me to help someone get through things than I ever gave myself credit for.  We also have incredible friends who could spell me off in the wee hours of the morning when I, myself, was beginning to freak out and crash.  Fortunately her parents, who had been down with the flu in Mexico, were able to get back last week.  I cannot imagine how difficult it would be to know your daughter is frighteningly ill and even if you could get back you wouldn't be allowed to see her because you are also very ill.  That would simply be torture.

I have also learned a few other things that most people don't think about in situations like this.  And what I have learned is from both this experience and from experiences that I have had being hospitalized numerous years ago.  The patient really doesn't need any worry or concern conveyed to them.  The patient actually needs love and strength.  Worry and concern creates negative energy that absorbs into the patient and screws things up.  And then there is also the fact that the patient ends up micromanaging the emotional mess that others are experiencing.  This takes way too much energy out of the patient who needs to focus all his or her energy into actually healing themselves. 

People often confuse their emotional drama with love.  But there really is a difference between the two.  Love becomes strong and stable when someone is in a vulnerable state.  The emotional crisis gets put onto the back burner to be dealt with later and not in the patient's presence.  Love does not become weepy and frightened in the face of crisis.  Drama does this, but love does not.  In the face of crisis there needs to be stability and strength.  That is the energy that will feed the patient and help them to heal exponentially faster. 

It also makes no sense to yell and scream at the gods about what a lousy job they are doing in helping your loved one.  That is a useless waste of energy.  Thanking them for their assistance goes a heck of a lot further.  The anger is just more drama with another mask. 

I have also found that courtesy goes sooooo far when dealing with medical people.  In crisis situations they are so used to people freaking out on them and having to micromanage them instead of taking care of the patient.  My Love would thank them for whatever they were doing, be it changing an IV or taking blood pressure readings or rubbing her back.  The staff absolutely fell in love with her because she was so appreciative.  She really touched their hearts.  And one of them thanked me as well for all the respect and courtesy that I showed them throughout the entire thing.  They are used to people trying to take charge when that is not their job at all.  Support is their job.  Taking charge is their control issues rearing their ugly heads.  A person, patient or loved one, really needs to simply live the moment and allow the healing to take place.  Trying to control how and when that healing happens is counter productive to the healing process.

There are so many other things that I have learned through this, and I will probably mention them in further blog entries, but for now, I simply need to go and be with my Love.  I will write more as we go.

Blessed Be
Trent
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Chick Flicks

A couple of months ago my Love and I went out to eat at a local restaurant. The dining area was just across the foyer from the lounge. There was a football game being broadcast and from the dining room we could hear what sounded like dozens of bar stool fans cheering and yelling and screaming at the large flat screen tv. When our waitress came to our table I told her that I was doing a sociological survey regarding sports fans and asked her if she could answer one simple question: "Why the heck do sports fans yell and scream at a television screen when the athletes on the screen can't hear them?" Her answer was, "Beats me."

Last night I finally found out what the answer was. But I did not find the answer at a local sports bar or from a couch athlete. I learned it from within myself, and man was I shocked to discover the answer and even more shocked at the process! You see, my Love and I, still getting over the flu that ravaged our home and levelled everyone in its path, including the cat, were watching Christmas chick flicks that she had recorded earlier. I must say that normally I am not into chick flicks at all. But these two movies actually had some story line to them and a lot of outrageous humor. Suddenly I found myself screaming at the tv screen stuff like, "Noooooo! Don't marry her! She's a skank who is not in love with you! Run, man! Run like the wind! Run hard and fast and don't stop!" And then it hit me. I bought into the movie and was passionately involved in the story line! So that is what it takes...to become a tv screen screamer you have to be passionately involved! That is what the bar stool sports fans were experiencing....passionate involvement! It was truly an "Ahahhhh" moment.

While watching these movies I realized a few things that I always knew inside. First off, I am a lover. I am not what I would consider to be a "romantic", but I am a lover. Secondly, there is a difference between loving someone and actually being in love with someone. Any one of us can love any number of people. Very few of us actually get to experience the kind of crazy love that actually being in love with another brings to us. I have loved many over my lifetime, but have seldom actually been in love with someone else. Most often I have loved another who thought she was in love with me when actually she just loved me. You see, when you are in love with another there is a mutual passionate connection between the two of you through that love. It is not something that has to be mustered up or even something that can be put on hold while the rest of your life takes over your love life. No phone call is more important, no text is more important, no song on the radio is more important, no game play in the final inning is more important than the one with whom you are in love. Nothing takes the place of the person with whom you are in love. Thirdly, love should never be decided based on fear. Fear has no place in love. Fear only stands in the way of love and tries to diminish love or negate it altogether. When you are in love with another you have no problem whatsoever in risking everything for that love. Any perceived risk becomes an investment in that love.

I am very happy that I can experience being in love with another. It becomes much less enjoyable when you or the other only love the other person and neither one is actually in love with the other person. That can actually become quite painful and eventually will destroy the relationship.

Oh, and by the way, I would highly recommend the remake of the movie It Had To Be You, with Natasha Henstridge and Michael Vartan. It is an amazing story of two people who fall in love with each other while shopping for their respective weddings to other people. I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me....

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

The Return of the Light

I have SADD. That is something that I have struggled with for years and years before it was ever defined by any medical practitioner. I know that I, for one, could have told them that lack of light makes me depressed. Three days of lack of light makes me so depressed I want to explode! So any form of light that I can get around at this time of year is excellent as far as I am concerned. Even the Christmas lights on the trees make my heart warm and my mind clear.

A few years ago I was dropping off something at a friend's home. Every house on the block except for his was light up and sparkling. I commented on how lovely the street looked and his bland reply was that because he is not Christian they don't do that. No acknowledgement of how pretty it is or of how nice the block looked, just a bland statement of religious preference.

Seriously, when it comes to lighting up the darkness, I don't see what religious preference has to do with anything. I am not Christian either, but I love to light up the darkness with Christmas Lights. I even put them on in the middle of summer when we are entertaining in our back yard! They are simply a thing of beauty. They don't have to mean anything about the birth of Jesus.

On the Pagan end of things, they actually indicate the celebration of Yule and the return of the light as the seasons change. After Winter Solstice, the sun becomes something we see more of in the sky. So why not celebrate that? You don't have to be Pagan to do it. Just appreciate the frickin light!

I know that I am probably more sensitive to this issue than most, what with that whole SADD and all. But even if I were not afflicted with that, I would still love the lights at this time of year. There is nothing that says "home" like the feeling that the darkness of life is being held at bay by a beautiful array of lights!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

National Treasury

I know that sometimes products need to be child proof in order to be safe. I know that there are some really mean and horribly sadistic people out there who will sometimes try to poison food products. But when breaking into my favorite chocolates during the Christmas season, which only lasts so long, becomes like breaking into the Grand National Treasury then something's gotta give!

I don't consider myself addicted to chocolate. In fact, I can easily go even for months without chocolate. I usually do not binge on it either. But this particular chocolate is, as advertised, a gift from the Gods! I know that I can only have 2-3 of the nuggets if I don't want a headache afterwards. So I go easy on it. After my first I usually wait at least 5 seconds before I have the second and then I always wait a minimum of 2.3 seconds before I have the third. After all, it is important to each chocolate respectfully and responsibly.

So you can imagine my, shall I say "frustration" (insert nervous twitch here), when yesterday it took me 20 minutes just to break into the plastic vault that they arrived in! I used a knife to break the seal, which was not functioning like a properly designed seal should in that the tag that you pull broke upon the first tug, and then I used scissors to try to cut along the edge of the lip of the container, then I twisted and tugged and tried different angles and even different ways to hold my mouth! Just at the point where I was about to pull out my sledge hammer and make chocolate pudding....POP! The lid came off! There were chocolate nuggets all over the kitchen as they spewed from the container. One even landed in the cat food dish! Did that stop me? No way! I worked hard for that prize and I was not about to let the frickin' cat have it! There is, in our house the seven second rule. If it hits the floor and within seven seconds it is picked up it can be eaten. Well, they all hit the floor at some point during this escapade, so.....

Honest.....I'm not addicted! I AM NOT! In fact, there are at least 5 left! How dare you ask me how big a
container it was! What business is that of yours? It is not relevant! Okay, fine, enough with the third degree! There were somewhere between 5 and 24. No! I did not eat them all! I think some rolled under the fridge! Honest....see? There's one under there! If you get right down on the floor and close the eye that is not on the floor and use a flashlight....oh. A dust bunny you say? Well.....THE DUST BUNNY ATE IT!


Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Smothering Love

It can be like the gasses in this photo, taken from the spaceweathernews.com channel, which are a canopy for a solar flare. Sometimes we try to place a canopy of love over those for whom we have affection, hoping that the canopy will protect them from all harm. It doesn't matter whether the harm comes from outside themselves or from inside, we want to protect them from it. The thing is....we can't. Here is why.

As humans we have been gifted/cursed with something that many in the universe apparently don't have....Free Will. That free will is something that liberates us from becoming drones in life. It is also something that can trap us when we have made the wrong decisions for ourselves. But decisions we must make. Even deciding not to decide is a decision to procrastinate.

So often we think as well that if we love someone enough, that person will of course make healthy decisions for themselves. This is untrue. To expect that to be true is to be using love to control and manipulate another's thoughts and actions. If we love them, we also have to accept that they have free will to do and think whatever they choose to and there is nothing we can do to change what they think or how they feel. We have to allow them to make whatever mistakes they are going to make, even if that means they will crash and burn like a solar flare. It is their journey, not ours. Yes, we can still be loving and yes we can still be supportive, but no, we cannot decide for them and no we should never enable them when making unhealthy choices. Love does, even when unconditional, have healthy boundaries.

We don't often think of love as being destructive. Yet love, when controlling, becomes smothering and does not allow the other party to breathe and experience life to the fullest, to whatever degree that person would choose to experience it. When it is truly unconditional, love allows people to make mistakes but does not judge them for those mistakes. It simply understands their mistakes and helps them to grow from the lessons that those mistakes bring into their lives. To protect them from those lessons serves no one at all. To help them through those lessons serves everyone.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Leap of Faith

Now and then we need to take one. Most recently I took a leap of faith in that I was able to release myself from a couple of positions and programs that were no longer serving my needs. That meant that others then had to step up, yes, but they could then go at it whole heartedly, whereas I was no longer feeling whole hearted about it. It is amazing how easy it is to let go of something when you no longer feel valued or respected.

I also do that with relationships. If I am no longer valued or respected, and if it is no longer a partnership but a burden to me...out it goes! The thing is that most people fear that sort of thing because it forces them to take a leap that is completely into the wild blue yonder! For me, I like the yonder. Perhaps it is because I am an air elemental by nature, or perhaps it is because I like the color blue, but the wide open space appeals to me. I am able to see the potential in what is out there, as opposed to fear it because it is big and scary. It may mean that I have to free fall for a part of it, but at least I am FREE!

I encourage everyone to take the leap into.....whatever.....and see what happens! Unburden yourself and allow your spirit to soar!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

A Little Extra Padding....Please

As most of you know I am not one to wear socks. I hate socks. They bug my feet tremendously. In fact, most of me is a nudist. In winter, that part of me suffers....well, except for the part that hates socks. I usually don't even wear them in winter unless for some reason I have to be "dressed up". So I find that the extra padding in my winter coat is delightful because it keeps me cozy warm. But it got me to thinking...

How often in life we need a little extra padding! It is nice to have a soft place to land when you are leaping into the unknown. It is also nice to have someone there to catch you if you fall. And it is certainly nice to have a nest egg tucked away in case there are financial hardships. The latter one I am working on. The first one is where my trust in the Universal process is having to kick in. The second one....I hope....

So many people, though, don't have that extra padding in their lives. There is no one and nothing that they have been able to count on. They struggle through life and hopefully make something better for themselves as they go. But, just like folks in a hospital, some fall through the cracks. Do we judge them? I don't think so. Do we enable them? Certainly not. Do we have compassion for them? Absolutely.

Without compassion we are unable to fully experience what this whole trip through humanity is all about. Having compassion does not mean that we need to sacrifice our own well being to be of some assistance to those in need. It simply means that we can be mindful of where and when we can actually help. That way both benefit. The person you are helping receives the assistance he or she needs and you benefit from being able to spread the good energies around and pay it forward.

Think about yourself. Where is your extra padding in life? Have you shown appreciation for that? Do you have any extra padding? If not, work on getting it. Being there for others helps you to be assisted by others when you need that as well. Put yourself out there. Allow the goodness of giving of yourself and your time be a practice that enriches your life.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Hangin' Around

Sometimes in life things get all upside down on us. We have things go wrong, things we say come out all backwards, we accidentally offend people, not meaning to at all....

These are the times we simply need to hang around, upside down. It lends a new perspective to things. I have literally put myself in to an upside down position and have found that in just a few short minutes things straighten out in my energy field and in my mind. Maybe it is just all that blood rushing into my brain that makes me think more clearly. Maybe it is like riding backwards in a vehicle and seeing the road fall away from you instead of coming at you. I don't know and I really don't care. All I really care about is that it works! Try it!

The other day I actually felt like hanging someone else upside down. She pulled something that was extremely rude and invasive and, even though I handled it well, what I really wanted to do was turn her upside down, shake her till her teeth fell out and toss her into the gutter. Yes, even shamans have those feelings now and then. But really, what good would that have done? People who don't know boundaries certainly are not going to know them any better when they have some wine in them. So I figure that I will just be ready for the next time she pulls that stuff and then shake her up a bit.

In the meantime, I hang around, upside down, and enjoy the view!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Shiva and Shakti

What a beautiful image of the Yin and the Yang! Shiva and Shakti are the Hindi Gods of Fertility. Shiva, the masculine, is considered to be the "Destroyer" and Shakti, the feminine, is considered to be the "Nurturer". This is a bit different from the usual concept of Yin and Yang. The Yang, or masculine, is considered to be the Light and the active, whereas the Yin, the feminine, is considered to be the Dark and receptive. The thing is that most often because she is considered to be the dark, she is also considered to be the "destroyer", seeing as how, as we all know from a Christian perspective, the dark is a devious thing that is not to be trusted. It makes me wonder just how much non-Christianized versions there actually are left?

Perhaps in the Taoist version of things, there is a concept of the feminine being dangerous. I don't think, however, that it was necessarily dangerous in destructive ways. I think that it was dangerous in that it was wild and unpredictable. These are not necessarily bad traits. The wild and unpredictable keeps us on our toes and makes us have to take stock of how fragile life actually is. Life is rarely ordered. The universe actually has a chaotic component to it that we cannot control and should not even try to control. The concept of order is only there to give us a false sense of security.

I wonder at times, and especially since going through a divorce in the last couple of years, if marital relationships are actually meant to be? I know I am stepping way outside the box in writing that. But really, marriage is something that dictates how things are supposed to look so that it is acceptable to the rest of society. People often confuse how marriage looks with, yet again, a false sense of security. When we end a marriage, the rest of society, or at least the right wing conservatives in it, responds in fear instead of from understanding or compassion. People immediately want to take sides in an issue that has nothing at all to do with them. When we allow ourselves to flow and to release each other in harmony, all those antics that outsiders go through mean nothing to us. We simply make arrangements and keep things as peaceful as possible.

I personally like the idea of Shiva and Shakti. They are completely in love with each other and allow themselves to express that love. They are the perfect image of what Tantra is all about. The sharing of love from the heart allows the expression of love on all levels. There is no shame involved in sexuality or sensuality and the honoring of each other as a God or Goddess flows freely. One is able to bring pleasure to the other and vise verse and the energy ripples and grows, just like in the picture.

My invitation for all who are in relationships with lovers or spouses is this...allow the love to flow. Allow the love to flow even in the midst of being frustrated or angry. Allow the love to flow and to wash away all fear that you may hold in your heart. Allow the love to flow and build bridges of loving energy between you and your mate. Know that when it comes right down to it, this person is, at least for the moment, your manifestation of God or Goddess in your life, in your heart and in your arms. With that awareness, as long as love shall last, you will be One.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

The Spirals of Life

Well, the return of winter to Saskatoon, Saskatchewan has arrived! I was wondering how long it would take as our autumn seemed to have lasted an exceptionally long time this year. I think that it is good that it did last that long, though, because we did not have much of a summer for weather. It was rainy and cold for most of it. The autumn actually brought us a few days of nice weather and then stayed nice for a long time. Nice, in Saskatchewan, means that it was about 7-9 degrees C. Normally once October hits we are battered with snow storms. We have actually just begun having any measurable amount of snow overnight and through today.

Having clients come and go, I have to keep on top of the shovelling. So I have already shovelled three times. Yes, my body is feeling it, but it feels good to also get out into the fresh air and have a bit of physical activity. I have been making all sorts of adjustments in my life that include things like more physical activity.

I find it amazing how we can extend ourselves beyond the breaking point at times and not even realize it until suddenly enough is enough. I have withdrawn from two programs that I was involved in because they both were taking up way too much time and energy on my part and were compensating me with very little. I was involved in them because I thought that it was an excellent way to look after the community and also have ripple effects to the world at large and, who knows, maybe beyond. But neither one were serving to feed me on a soul level. Initially, yes they were. But then the responsibilities gradually became obligations and burdens. So I asked myself, "Self," I said, "If this were one of your clients what would you be suggesting they do?" and my self replied with, "Well, I would be suggesting that they simplify their lives." So simplify I did and released myself from the programs. Voila! I could feel such a weight lift off of me it was amazing. Thus I know I made the right decision.

So my invitation to anyone who is feeling burdened with obligations is this....what can you do that will simplify your life? No one else can do this for you.  Only you can do it.  The more simplicity we have, the happier we become. As we allow ourselves to flow with the spirals of life we release our needs to hang on to whatever is no longer appropriate in our lives.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

It Makes Scents!

No matter how "natural" a product can be, there is still the possibility that someone's senses will be overly sensitive to it. Take the average Peony for example. I love those flowers. They are like the most humongous rose on the planet. I love seeing them and enjoying them in the back yard. But I have to be extremely careful about bringing any into the house. That is not just because of the ants that come in with them.  It is because the scent that is on them permeates the rest of the house and I end up with allergic reactions.

I have had situations happen with clients who, for example, do not use perfume of any kind, yet the scent of the "natural" products that they use for washing and for styling their hair etc is so overwhelming that it closes my throat very quickly.  I usually ask people to not wear that sort of thing when they are coming to see me, but then if that is the only soap that they own, it also becomes an inconvenience for them.  I don't want to be inconveniencing them.  Yet I have to think that if it affects me so much, perhaps it also affects the next client as well.  What to do....what to do.

I guess the thing that we all have to consider is what sorts of irritants we utilize that will create problems for other people.  I have not used after shave for about 25 years because I found that people would have strong allergic reactions to the scents.  I use unscented lotion for my face and body so that I am not creating issues for anyone, least of all myself.  I am also finding it more difficult as I go to find lotions with no scent.  It seems that the hypoallergenic aspect to products is becoming less popular than it was 5 years ago.  At the same time, I don't think I should have to pay three times the price to get something at a "natural foods store".  So the search continues at times, and sometimes I luck in.  Oh well.  I know that one day it will all make scents!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Boxed In

Every once in a while we find that we have become a little imprisoned by someone else's viewpoint of who or what we are. This is always uncomfortable and never healthy. Too often, though, we succumb to the other person's view of us and then can go years with that as a weight upon our shoulders. Being an Air elemental, I do not at all enjoy being boxed in.

So you can imagine my disappointment when I discovered that someone whom I have thought of as a dear friend has a view of me that is untrue, or at the very least way out-dated, and is not hearing me when I am trying to tell her that this may have been true 15 or 20 years ago, but is no longer the case. The thing is that I think that she just does not want to hear me. In confining me in her wee little box of an idea, she thinks that she has some form of grasp on me or control over me. I think that it is because my personal power threatens her in some way. It is never easy to have our viewpoints of how things work in the world or in the universe challenged. As you know, I challenge dogma all the time, no matter where it may show up. So I must be an extreme challenge for her because I am relentless when it comes to boxing things in for the sake of ignorant comfortability. That is not to say that I am rude or aggressive about it, just relentless. Relentlessness can be accomplished in kind and gentle ways as well.

So now I am left with what to do with this sort of thing. If it were someone I did not care that much about, then the solution would be simple. Cut her loose. This is, however, someone for whom I care a great deal. So the solution will be a wee bit more difficult than that and will perhaps take much longer than I would hope. What complicates things is that she has a view of me that can actually be spun in a positive manner, but even though it can be it is still not truth. So I have decided that I will gradually allow the process to unfold and hopefully she will see that I am not in the box that she holds so dear to her heart. If she can handle that bit of information and process it, perhaps she will be able to adjust her point of view. If not, then she will have to move on and find someone else to box in, because I am a very patient person, but will lose patience if something goes on for too long a period of time. After a certain amount of unproductive lapses of time, it becomes obvious that allowing it to continue is simply enabling that person to do this to me. That will not be acceptable. So here is to hoping that she will one day actually hear me!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Impulses

We all have impulses. If we didn't we would not experience things such as impulse purchases or road rage. What we do with our impulses is what counts the most. Jung divided the personality into three categories. The Ego, he said, was the sense of self, the knowing about who we are in the world and within ourselves. A lot of people bash the ego because they only want to see it as rampant and self-serving. That is actually something else. The Ego is the sense of self that defines us from the rest of those around us, which is actually a very good thing, even though we are all one as well.

The Super Ego is like our conscience. It is the part of ourselves that says, "You know, you might be angry with that driver but it is really not a good idea at all to pull your gun out and blow his head off as you drive past him." We need the Super Ego to keep us in check because if we didn't have it there would be nothing but chaos all around us all the time.

The Id is that part of us that is most impulsive. I equate the Id as the "Inner Desires", which is also a part of our ID. The Id is the one that will say to us, "You know, it's only chocolate cake. What would it really hurt if you had a fourth piece?" Sometimes our inner desires are not healthy for us. We have to be able to control some of them in order to not sabotage ourselves along the way. To keep our heads in the sand and think that our bodies will simply process that fourth piece of chocolate cake with ease is simply a heart attack waiting to happen.

So when we look at our inner desires, we do have to look at what is best kept as a fantasy and what can actually be incorporated into our lives as an expression of desire. I might fantasise about rolling naked in millions of dollars of Canadian 20 dollar bills, but to I really want to experience the paper cuts on places that should never be sliced? Indulgence is something that needs moderation. When we don't moderate our indulgences we tend to overdo it and end up with deep regrets. Every year at Christmas time we indulge in Christmas dinner. Sometimes, after say the third helping, we complain about being too full and thus being in pain. Well, we could always stop after the first or second helping. Yes, Christmas is a time of indulgence, but we don't have to over do it even for a special time of year.

I invite everyone to look at what you view as indulgence vs necessity. See what you come up with and see how many antics the Id will take you through to convince you that an indulgence is a necessity. At the same time, I invite you to allow some of your deeper inner desires to come forth and allow yourself to play with them. It won't kill you or anyone else for you to allow yourself to address one or two inner desires. After all, even the Id needs some attention now and then!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Fun and Festivities

It has been so long since I have had hair that I was not sure this was actually me! But it was. This is me in my costume for the Halloween Drum Circle held on October 30th. I was in the persona of Trentulla! Can you see all the spider webs and spiders all over me? Look closely. There is a spider pendant, a spider on my arm, 2 hanging from my ears and so on. The best part of it was that for the drumming rounds I was able to, for the first time since I was, like, 18 or so, incorporate Hairology. You know what that is don't you? Flicking your hair around to the rhythm and making yourself look like a rock star! The only issue I had with it all was that I kept getting the darn stuff in my mouth! I hate hair in my mouth, acrylic or natural. Ick!

There were 26 people that showed up for the circle which made the event amazing. There was even a Belly Dancer who danced around the flaming cauldron. Very dramatic and beautiful and so completely spiritually connected was this event that people are still emailing and phoning me with gratitude for hosting this. Of course, I would not have been able to do this if it were not for the assistance of my co-host, my Love of my lives. So all the gratitude is also extended and transferred to her as well.

I already have the next event for Halloween in my day planner for next year. This is one I never like to miss.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Purple Shirt Day

This is Wednesday, October 20th, and it is Purple Shirt Day. I am wearing my purple shirt in support of young boys and men who have been harassed because they were either gay or just accused of being gay because they were different. Red neck bullying has cost the lives of way too many boys and men in our culture. Most often the bullying is so severe that the victims end up taking their own lives to put an end to it all. I think that this is as tragic as it is prolific.  One really should consider homicide before suicide.

It absolutely disgusts me that in this day and age anyone can be harassed just because they are not what others consider to be the norm. After all, Norm is not that great a guy! No offence to those who have that name. It is just that Norm narrows the possibilities that abound in our world. With Norm continually in our faces, we aren't allowed to sing or dance or be creative. Without creative thought we would still be in the dark ages.

I have both relatives and friends who are gay or lesbian. That has never been an issue for me when relating to them. They are people. They have hearts (most often bigger than the ones inside the red neck relatives...I don't have red neck friends because those I can choose), they bleed red blood and they all have souls. Also, they are all loved both by me and by God. So those who think that being gay or lesbian is not of God can just chuck the hell off!

I decided that to wear my purple shirt I would have to also honour my Gypsy roots and put it with a tie on belt. I have always loved that Gypsy flare. If that sounds gay, I just don't care.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Best Witches!

Halloween is my favorite time of year! I have mentioned this before. But this time I wanted to say a little more about it. You see, I come from a line of mystics. Some of them have been shamans. Some of them have been healers. Some of them have been witches. Not just on one side of the family, but on both. So this gave me a little boost into the mystical realm of consciousness. I have had the best of teachers through family members as well as friends of family and, you guessed it, the dearly departed. Mwahahaha!

One of my gifts is that the dead communicate with me. It is much easier when it is connected through bloodlines, but often those who are not related by blood also connect. In any case, I have had opportunity to get "training" from some of my ancestors whom I have not had opportunity to meet in this life because they crossed over before I came into being here in this realm. Sometimes I have not known that they were related until I spoke of them with my mother or grandmother and they pointed out that the person I was referring to was my great such and such. Cool.

So on one side of the family I have Celtic witches and shamans and on the other side I have Gypsy witches and shamans. Some have been healers and most have been have been helpers of mankind through the practice of the Craft. I like to embrace it all. There is no reason why someone has to limit themselves to just one thing or just one way. We can be eclectic in our practices. That is what life is all about, after all, the spice and flavours that are blended into magnificent creations.

So this Halloween, I invite you all to take a moment and connect to the spirits of your family lines. You never know who you might find along the way and what wisdoms and gifts they may open up for you. Have a sense of adventure and also have some common sense. Don't just let yourself be open to whomever comes along. That leaves too much room for trickster spirits to play with you. Be more specific and then let the good times roll! Also do not do this through the Ouiji Board.  That thing is nutso! Oh, and remember to howl at the moon. It does the soul great good!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Back to the Drawing Board

Life goes in circles. We sometimes think that it is linear, but really it is not. Linear reality is only an illusion. It is actually circular. We are born, we live, we die and we are born again. Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter cycle along all the time. Our planet circles around a star that is incredibly hot and continues to do so for as long as our small cosmos will live.

For example. I can't tell you how many times I have bought and sold property. Each and every time I have done so I have said that the next move will only be made when I am hauled out of this house in a pine box. This is because I dislike moving house. Yet a couple of years later circumstances change and, yet again, I am finding myself selling and buying property. I have become comfortable with the fact that I will put my heart and soul into a place and turn it over in a few years as life changes occur. Sometimes that also happens with relationships.

As humans we want everything to last forever. Really, this is stupid. It is less than childish. Change happens. That is the only thing that we can really count on. So as the changes occur we need to flow with them instead of resist them and hold ourselves back from growth. That growth is an essential part of our makeup. So why resist it? Well, the only reason really is fear. We are afraid of change. Yet without change we would never have crawled into the caves for shelter, let alone crawled out of them to become hunters, gatherers and farmers. Without change the industrial period would never have happened. Technology would never have been discovered. Okay, so maybe some change could have waited a wee while.

As you are walking through your life, and you find yourself "back at the drawing board" so to speak, just remember this. It is actually a good sign. You have come full circle and can now embark on a similar yet different adventure and this time learn new things as you go. This will make you a well rounded individual and will keep you mentally sharp. Accept it and move on. Resist it and a part of you will certainly die. Once accepted, the new situation will allow you to blossom, just like the flowers that bloom in the spring.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Skinny Dipping

I am trying to remember when it began. I think that it all started when I was around 12 and it was a very hot day at the lake. I was on a hike and so did not have my swimsuit with me. So.... After that, when I was around 15 or 16 a group of friends and I went to the beach at close to midnight. So..... What can I say? Even just a couple of years ago I actually had a business meeting with a friend in his backyard pool. Needless to say, that was the most enjoyable business meeting I have ever attended.

I am a rebel. I don't see the need for swimsuits when God/ess has already provided us with one naturally. It is not a sexual thing. It is simply that it feels less encumbered without all the material. That is why I also do not wear pj's. I figure, why put something on that is gonna come right off anyway? So I invite all my readers to try it out. Of course, in our Canadian climate you will have to do this in the warm season. That is, unless your backyard pool is heated!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

A Cup Half Full

Sometimes people find ways of diminishing their blessings in life. It is always easy to find that your cup is half empty, but not so easy to see that it is also half full. Whenever I find myself in a gloomy state, I go for a walk and look at the blessings in my life. This does two things for me.

First, if gives me fresh air and exercise. I guess that this means it is actually doing three things because fresh air and exercise are two. That fresh air tends to clear the cobwebs from my brain. The exercise makes endorphins rush through me and give me the "feel good" aspect. The third thing is that I begin looking at the things that are actually going right in my life. This allows me to put things into perspective so that I don't do a bunch of mental whining.

The thing that I never do is compare myself to anyone else. There is no way on earth that we can compare our experiences with those of others. So if I feel emotional pain I would never do the, "Get a grip! At least you aren't caught in a mine in Chile!" thing. That is their tragic experience, not mine. I send prayers for their well being, but never compare myself or my pain to them or anyone else. That would diminish my experience as well as theirs. I would never be so assuming as to do that.

When I count my blessings I look at the things that bring me joy. My relationships, my home, my work and so on are inspirations that help me through the more difficult things. Once I have that perspective, then I know that there may be numerous steps to go through the difficult stuff, but at least with this one step under my belt I can go the rest of the way. I think it is Super Chick that sings a song about there being 100 steps to go, but don't give up because tonight you are taking the first one and if you can do that then you can do the other 99. Pop rock is so cool at times!

It is all perspective. So when you are seeing how your life is lacking, the first thing that you will need to do is look at how it is also full. Then from there you can take whatever steps you need to in order to fill that cup up all the way.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Need a Little Focus?

You know how some people look like their dogs? Or is it that their dogs look like them? I can't remember which came first, the chicken or the egg. Anyway, the theory is the same. Of late with all the construction going on in our city I have noticed that, while driving my Love to work in the morning, there are particular vehicles to avoid during the crush hour.

Ford focus: lack of focus.  Sheesh. Ford Escort: needs one because they certainly don't know how to drive on their own!  Nissan Altima: ultimately stupid at the rate of a serial killer.  Half Ton Trucks: bullies on the road and have landed from out in a field somewhere and have never heard of that thingy called a signal light or the practice of shoulder checking.  Cyclists who lollygag in the middle of a driving lane in crush hour.  Seriously, are your brains not meant for something more than a pavement puddle?
 Now I am forced to practice breathing and driving my own vehicle.

What can I say? It is a good thing I have the reflexes of a cat! Hey, does that mean that I really should be driving a Jag? Frankly, with the idiots on the road in the mornings you would not catch me dead driving a car like that. Way too expensive for the repairs! So I pretend that our little car is a black cat with all the luck in the world and the reflexes to prove it. Stealth is my middle name. And yes, I keep the windows up so no one around me can hear me swear at the idjits on the street. So this is probably the most negative blog I have ever done, but even your favorite twentieth century shaman has to vent now and then.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Grieving

We all grieve in our own way. Some curl up into a fetus position and sob, others pour themselves into their work, others take time to contemplate life and its fragility. A good friend of mine died recently. I will miss him. But I have not shed a tear about his passing. He had a long struggle with cancer. I know he is no longer in pain and this makes me happy for him. I miss his voice and his humour and his laughter.

At his service, people were looking at me and some even approached me about why I was so even in my emotions. I don't like to be really public about my deepest feelings. I work them through way before such services so that I don't have to take facial tissue with me to the event. I don't like it when my face leaks. For me, that is a more private thing that I will experience in the safety of my own home. This is also what makes me really good at performing services as well. I allow others to do the emotional stuff and I stay on track with the program. Understand that it is not at all that I think any less of anyone who can openly cry at events such as this. It is just that it is not my personal cup of tea. I am also not saying that I won't or don't cry. I do. I just do it when it feels right, and doing it publicly has never felt right.

So now life goes on without my friend. That is okay. I was not able to see him much in the last number of months anyway. But I also said goodbye to him privately moments after his passing. So I am good with it all. I look forward to meeting him again in another life and seeing how far he has come since our last meeting. I think we will likely have a tea together and chat about lots of Universal things.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

The Last One Out

There are certain aspects of sleeping with another person that are important to honor. First, if you snore, figure out a way to not. Second, if your partner snores, figure out a way to not hear it. Third, if you fart always say "excuse me" even if you whisper it in the middle of the night. Fourth, acknowledge that sleeping with that person is actually the most intimate thing you will ever do with them, even more intimate than sex, because if someone is truly comfortable enough with you to actually go to sleep in your presence, then that person is allowing him or herself to be completely vulnerable with you. Fifth, and certainly not the least important by any stretch, whoever gets out of the bed last should always make it.

That last one is about respect and responsibility. Yes, some couples share in the making of the bed. They are actually rare. If you are one who doesn't care about how your bedroom looks or whether or not at night you are able to get into a bed that's been made, then this will likely not phase you whatsoever. I am one who does not like getting into a bed at night if it looks like it has been slept in for weeks and unmade. It simply grosses me out. But then there begs the question of who makes the bed?

A general rule of thumb for me is this. If you have had the luxury of actually sleeping longer than your partner, then have the courtesy of making the bed when you are done. It is completely rude and obnoxious for someone to lolly gag in bed, no matter what day of the week, and then expect the partner to make the bed after finally hauling their sorry butts out of it.

Don't get me wrong. I believe that a person should be able to sleep as long as they like. I have way too much respect for Dream Time to think that at the crack of noon everyone should be up and at 'em. I don't sleep in much. I have a biological clock that doesn't allow for that. But I also don't expect everyone else's clock to be synchronized with my own. I do, however, want whomever is out of bed last to have the courtesy of making it and not just walking away and leaving it for the other person.

It is amazing how many couples have daily tension in their relationships over things like this. My advice to them is to always create a set of rules and regulations for their relationship that must be honored. Now and then circumstances will not allow for them to be honored, but honored they must be on a more common daily basis, otherwise, believe me, the tension will destroy the intimacy that is associated with the bedroom. After all, who wants to sleep with or have sexual relations with a lazy slob? I know I wouldn't. Also, one person, even if that person is not working outside of the home, cannot be expected to do all the house or yard work. That burdens the person and creates resentment in the relationship that will eat away at it until the relationship is utterly destroyed.

Now, the other thing that we do have to understand is this. If our partner is doing something like making the bed after he or she exits it, we cannot demand that they make it exactly the way we would prefer. If we are going to do that to them, then we can just suck it up and make the bed ourselves. There is nothing like doing a task that is in the rules and regulations and having someone nag you during or after that task is complete about how you did it so wrong. I figure that if someone's is making the effort to at least pull the sheets up then just shut up. If somone does that with my bed, I am also not in any way going to go back and "do it right" either. I might as well have just done it from scratch if I am going to do that. Nope. I just appreciate that the bed got made to whatever degree and move on.

I also don't think that a person must acknowledge appreciation all the time for tasks that are done by the other person which simply needed to be done. So no, I don't always say, "Gee, thanks for making the bed" to someone whose responsibility it was to do that anyway. Nor do I expect it. I might do that sometimes, but not all the time. After all, this person is an adult and can simply step up. Hearing a thank you from someone who never steps up to their responsibilities around the house simply begins to sound like a hollow attempt on their part to make it look like appreciation when actually it is just that they are relieved that, yet again, they are off the hook to live up to the daily responsibilities. I also don't always say, "Thanks for loading the dishwasher" or "Thanks for dusting the furniture". Those things needed to be done just as much as shovelling the snow from the driveway needed to be done. It is simply something that must be done so do it. I do, however, thank the neighbour for shovelling or blowing out my driveway if I get up in the morning and find it done already. That was not their responsibility. It was simply a gift of service, and one that will be returned at some point in the future. That is a different kind of relationship.

So in your intimate relationships, make sure that you are not always the one neglecting the responsibilities of household tasks. Make sure that you are not always the one stepping up to those responsibilities either. Yes, you can sometimes acknowledge that they have been completed and show gratitude for that fact. You don't always have to do so because, as I have said, they just needed to be done. Set up rules and regulations for the relationship. It is part of the business of partnership. Have a partnership meeting and work out a division of tasks or at least a list of tasks. Sometimes if your partner, if the type who doesn't notice the things that need to be done, has a menu of things, then he or she can look at the living environment with new eyes and begin to notice that , lo and behold, the laundry is sitting there and I can fold that stuff while watching the game! That is sooo hot!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

The Ducks Fly Moon

According to Medicine Wheel teachings, we are currently in the Ducks Fly Moon as we travel around the Wheel of the Year. This photo, taken by my friend, Gail Fulkerson, depicts what the Ducks Fly Moon is about. Whether it is geese or ducks, at this time of year they begin to head south to warmer locals. Their formations are designed for better wind resistance and, as a result, faster flight. They fly in a format that is understood by the group consciousness.

This is also the medicine brought to those who are born during the Ducks Fly moon. But whether or not we are born into it, we all can access this medicine if we wish. This medicine is about understanding when it is time to move on with something. That could be a situation, a location or a relationship. When it is time to get up and move, we can instinctively know the perfect timing and implement it.

This medicine is also about tuning in to the group consciousness. Knowing what the "vibe" of the room is when you enter it is part of the medicine of the Ducks Fly Moon. The element of Air is strong with this moon, and the vibe of the room will travel through the air so that we know what it is into which we are walking. As a result of that intuitive knowledge, we are able to take on perfect form(ation) and respond as is needed with any situation. We are also able to do it with dignity and grace.

One of my daughters was born during the Ducks Fly Moon, and she is one that has always, from the time she was very young, had an inner elegance and grace about her. Well mannered and well spoken, her communication leaves one feeling relaxed and easy and able to address pretty much anything. When a person born in the Ducks Fly Moon is out of balance, they can become mentally obsessive and need lots of accolades in order to feel worthy. This reminds me of a friend of mine who recently passed away. Ducks Fly Moon people can be very sensitive and, thus, very fragile. No matter how strong or hugely popular they become, there is a part of them who always will need to be held and soothed.

My invitation to everyone is to attempt to tap into that group consciousness. This is different than tapping into mob mentality. It is more about paying attention to your intuitive understandings of people around you as well as of yourself. Take the time to meditate on this and you will find that your insights will increase exponentially.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

White Rabbits!

It is the first of the month, and the first thing that needs to come out of your mouth is, "White Rabbits! White Rabbits! White Rabbits!" Why, you may ask? Well, beginning from the fertility rituals of Ostara, which later became known as Easter, the white rabbit has brought good fortune for the month. Those wishing to conceive a child would call this out at the Spring Equinox and it was reputed that by the end of the month the couple would conceive. I am sure they had lots of fun trying to, even if it didn't work. So who was going to argue?

Over the years this tradition (some would say "superstition") has evolved. It is something that now is reputed to bring good fortune to those who say it at the beginning of each month for the duration of the month. But it you forget, then the luck dwindles. No worries, though. There is also a backup plan. You see, the only thing considered to be more luck invoking than white rabbits is the white unicorn. So, if you forget and then remember halfway through the day, then say "White Unicorns! White Unicorns! White Unicorns!" and all will be well.

I know that some of this may sound silly. But considering the many ways in which I tempt fate almost on a daily basis, I am not going to take my chances that ignoring it may actually diminish my good fortune. So sometimes, even when I get up at 3:00 am to have a drink of water, I will say, "White Rabbits! White Rabbits! White Rabbits!" if it is on the first of the month. Yes, I may whisper it so as not to wake up everyone else in the house, but I still say it. So far it has been working. Try it and see what happens for you!

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

Afraid of Your Own Shadow?

Have you ever noticed how the shadow that is cast by your body so often seems so much larger than your physical self? We all know intellectually that his completely depends upon the disbursement of light. What angle the light is at and how intense it is will determine how large or small our shadows appear to be. And often the brighter the light, the darker the shadow.

On a deeply primal level, however, there is fear about how big that shadow is. We still equate the shadow with something scary and evil. If you walk at night on a street with street lights, you will notice that your shadow will circle you. That is what the shadow self is supposed to do. It circles you to protect you. You see, no matter how aggressive anyone may be, they will never be as formidable as your own shadow self.

The reason for this is that the shadow self is our magical self. It knows all the dark nooks and crannies and it knows how to make itself appear larger than life or small as a pin prick. This is not just about optical illusion. This is about the mastery of the shadow self. In order to master it, though, we need to also befriend it. We need to show no fear of the dark and shadowy sides of our personalities. Those who are hyper alert to the Light (religious fanatics) will try to destroy the magical aspects of our psyches. Those who are more comfortable with themselves in general will come to a quiet understanding of the shadow self. Those who are more fascinated by the possibilities will actually do the work to become at one with (in allegiance with) the shadow self. They are the ones who will always master their full potential because they will not settle for anything less than that. They are the movers and shakers of our world and the political activists and the magicians and the healers. Hats off to all those who are doing the work and walking the walk!

Now, take a walk at night and notice your shadow. Use the walk as a meditation to become more familiar with the shadow self. Allow yourself to have a morbid sense of humor and allow yourself to laugh at the macabre. Some would say that is twisted. Others, like myself, know that when you can express yourself in this way, you are truly home.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com

The Sounds of Autumn

This morning while driving my Love to work, I heard, above the din of morning crush hour traffic and the stereo and rolled up windows, the sound of Canada Geese migrating. I immediately shut off the stereo and cracked open the window. I love that sound, which my Love could still not hear past the traffic noise, because it means that Autumn is here. In the Spring it is a welcome sound as well. But why do I love Autumn?

Well, mostly it is the colors. We got deprived of that last autumn. The leaves never had a chance to turn before it froze. This year our city is a myriad of gorgeous colors. I also like the smells of autumn. I know, it is the smell of rot. but it is so sweet. Then there is the sound of the geese. I love that.

When we lived in a downtown high rise along the river, it was not so special as we heard it day and night from spring to winter. But when you don't have that feeling of "For the love of God, could you all just shut up?!" in the middle of the day/middle of the night/middle of the morning/middle of the evening, then it is quite spectacular! I also like the fact that what is approaching is the Pagan New Year, Samhain. We are having a costume drum circle on the 30th of October to celebrate and I am getting so much stuff in my garage, thanks to a good electrician friend of mine, upgraded so that we have heat and better lighting. Now I just have to see about curtaining off the clutter stuff.

So anyway, the sound of the migrating geese was one that just fed my soul this morning. I hope you all get an opportunity to experience something today that will feed your soul.

Blessed Be
Trent
http://www.youtube.com/trentdeerhorn
www.deerhornshamanic.com