Honoring Plant People -- Excerpts from 'Spirit Talk':

The plant people go a long way toward offering and providing us, the two-leggeds and others, with the physical materials we need to live life ‘in a good way’. Plant fiber provides assorted fibers for the weaving of clothing, nets, mats, basketry, footwear, hammocks, housing … plant people share their bodies that our own might live, and their medicines by which we may maintain, heal, and restore health and balance. 

The green beings hold all wisdom and knowledge. Mother Earth and all beings that live upon and within her body have their own unique medicine ways and it is of these ways that we seek to learn the languages, uses, and songs. Our Mother is a sentient being with an evolutionary path of her own, and when sufficiently sensitized it is possible for us to feel her heartbeat through the soles of our feet and entire being.

Gaa Mnokmet Ked: The Spring Wisdom Teachings (CPN)

By Minisa Crumbo Halsey

WE ARE THE FARMERS, HUNTERS, COOKS, FISHERMEN, TAPPERS, STORYTELLERS, GATHERERS … OF OUR LIVES.

Spirit Horse Ranch Studio

And now, it is the sunrise of the world, called SPRING — the eastern, mental and yellow direction of the Medicine Wheel. It is the sunrise or dawn of the year. The stronger Gizes (Father Sky Sun) is pushing back the winter dark while warming and awakening Sekmekwe (Mother Earth) to yet another season of sprouting, rooting and growth. Just as the night of winter protects all things, it makes visible our star relatives Withik Negos … the Constellation of Ursa Major the Big Dipper. The hibernating kche mko, Big Bear, emerges, as do we two-leggeds, from the root homes of the mkowango (den), bringing new life, vigor and vision of plant medicine. Now, soon, comes the selection of back yard raised bed garden, windowsill or larger field. Prayers to the long history of chosen seed beings are offered to our Mother Earth, in gratitude, with planning thoughts, song, drum (de-weben), and perhaps a pinch of asemma (tobacco), cornmeal or fat. Now, we are purifying and humming to our highest and most sacred frequencies … preparing ourselves to initiate the digging, plowing, the mindful dropping of seed and first watering … as FARMERS OF OUR LIVES we continue to connect and fuse ourselves with all living things and with the heart of the sky and the heart of the earth. AHO!

These things we do to honor all new and emerging life, the inner lives and outer lives of all animate and inanimate beings. Now, we begin to prepare for the many ceremonies of the renewal that may be recalled, heard, told and created afresh with song, dance, painting or craft, by other works, prayer and feasting … for this new year … indeed for the young of seven generations ahead … do we offer these works to all of us … of the eighth fire prophesy.

Each of us, the long hairs, the newborns among us, the children and the elders, teens, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, grandparents, husbands and wives and all of our relations … we are each and every one of us drawing and receiving our first conscious breaths and remembering that we are “breathed alive by the Creator-Mamogosnan” into a living world of heartbeat, breath, movement and blood memory. This being so, we have a sacred charge to reach out, participate in and to support ourselves and our people … and to not forget who we are and what we have … through enduring connection to Mamogosnan and all of the others … heal us God, by the WAYS OF THE AIR … By these and other seasonal ways do we recognize ourselves as “farmers of our lives.” The GAA MNOKMET KED demonstrate the flowering mystery in our deepest recesses. These and many other things are learned as we set our moc-sin (moccasin) feet to walk yet another year upon and with, the renewed sacred path of SPRING – MNOKMET … one of the most beautiful and enduring gifts from the Creator that we might know life “in a good way, now and forever more.”

Let us celebrate being 'breathed alive'!

Come! Let us celebrate being ‘breathed alive in the natural world’. Let us make gratitude talks, sing, drum, dance, feast, and make offerings to our beautiful Mother Earth, Father Sky/Sun ... first, most beautiful, and enduring of gifts from the Creator ... we say, Mamogosnan, in the Bodewadmin tongue. Come and speak praises, ‘raise a voice’ ... to the Creator in the tongue of your tradition or choice, be it spoken or silent and unnamed.

Let the wisdom of the people and the land come together ‘in a good way’ that life may go on in a ‘good way’ as well.

We pray, Mamogosnan, that our minds, hearts, bodies and spirits might truly come into conscious Spirit Talks with the Plant Beings, and those of all of Creation come together, for without these talks, we are lost. Let us come together to share our wisdom and make prayers as a people … from our vast hearts … that strong ties to the Creator, ourselves and our relatives … might be renewed and celebrated.

Crumbo Indian Arts Thank You Cards

The Crumbo Indian Arts THANK YOU cards are in holiday presentation, on the stand and for sale at 

The Art Market Gallery of Native American Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The suite of six cards can be viewed below, each with a message and thank you in the two indigenous languages of Muscogee 

Creek and Potawatomi, English and room to write in a personal language of choice. 

Visit the gallery to view the best in Oklahoma Indian Art ... right on historic Route 66.

Heart of Mother Earth

 

The Heart of Mother Earth loves and cares for us all, all ways, all days ... now and forever more.
AHO! Grandmother

Excerpt from 'Spirit Talk': The Mother Earth and all beings that live upon and within her body have their own unique medicine ways and it is of these ways that we seek to learn the languages, uses, and songs. Our Mother is a sentient being with an evolutionary path of her own, and when sufficiently sensitized it is possible for us to feel her heartbeat through the soles of our feet and entire being.

Gaa Mnokmet Ked: The Spring Wisdom Teachings (CPN)

By Minisa Crumbo Halsey

WE ARE THE FARMERS, HUNTERS, COOKS, FISHERMEN, TAPPERS, STORYTELLERS, GATHERERS … OF OUR LIVES.

Spirit Horse Ranch Studio

And now, it is the sunrise of the world, called SPRING — the eastern, mental and yellow direction of the Medicine Wheel. It is the sunrise or dawn of the year. The stronger Gizes (Father Sky Sun) is pushing back the winter dark while warming and awakening Sekmekwe (Mother Earth) to yet another season of sprouting, rooting and growth. Just as the night of winter protects all things, it makes visible our star relatives Withik Negos … the Constellation of Ursa Major the Big Dipper. The hibernating kche mko, Big Bear, emerges, as do we two-leggeds, from the root homes of the mkowango (den), bringing new life, vigor and vision of plant medicine. Now, soon, comes the selection of back yard raised bed garden, windowsill or larger field. Prayers to the long history of chosen seed beings are offered to our Mother Earth, in gratitude, with planning thoughts, song, drum (de-weben), and perhaps a pinch of asemma (tobacco), cornmeal or fat. Now, we are purifying and humming to our highest and most sacred frequencies … preparing ourselves to initiate the digging, plowing, the mindful dropping of seed and first watering … as FARMERS OF OUR LIVES we continue to connect and fuse ourselves with all living things and with the heart of the sky and the heart of the earth. AHO!

These things we do to honor all new and emerging life, the inner lives and outer lives of all animate and inanimate beings. Now, we begin to prepare for the many ceremonies of the renewal that may be recalled, heard, told and created afresh with song, dance, painting or craft, by other works, prayer and feasting … for this new year … indeed for the young of seven generations ahead … do we offer these works to all of us … of the eighth fire prophesy.

Each of us, the long hairs, the newborns among us, the children and the elders, teens, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, grandparents, husbands and wives and all of our relations … we are each and every one of us drawing and receiving our first conscious breaths and remembering that we are “breathed alive by the Creator-Mamogosnan” into a living world of heartbeat, breath, movement and blood memory. This being so, we have a sacred charge to reach out, participate in and to support ourselves and our people … and to not forget who we are and what we have … through enduring connection to Mamogosnan and all of the others … heal us God, by the WAYS OF THE AIR … By these and other seasonal ways do we recognize ourselves as “farmers of our lives.” The GAA MNOKMET KED demonstrate the flowering mystery in our deepest recesses. These and many other things are learned as we set our moc-sin (moccasin) feet to walk yet another year upon and with, the renewed sacred path of SPRING – MNOKMET … one of the most beautiful and enduring gifts from the Creator that we might know life “in a good way, now and forever more.”

Excerpt from 'Spirit Talk':

Excerpt from 'Spirit Talk':

Let us now assemble the honoring gifts once again, the high and personal inner gifts of qualities which only we can know, and the gifts of the known and understood common tradition such as tobacco, water or candles; chocolate … fruits … flowers; special drinks or nectars; ritual paintings, foods, cornmeal … and gifts of inspiration and the moment … 

Open the soles of your feet and invite them to ‘pick up on’ the Mother Earth as she vibrates and breathes through our bodies and connects with the upward solar rays of her lover. They are our elemental parents. 

Go outside and lie first facedown, then turn onto your back … Draw an arm’s-length circle with a stick around you, think a little introductory offering … and sit there as unmoving as possible, except for the eyes, for at least twenty minutes … Notice and follow the breath until something else engages your attention. The natural world soon comes to accept our presence … It is best if no food/water/phone enters the circle or is in sight/smell/earshot … and the sitting is best done in complete solitude … Then, when you are ready, stand up, or crawl out, noticing which direction you entered, faced, and departed. Try to make them the same. Then, make grateful farewells, and go.

Honoring Plant People -- Excerpts from 'Spirit Talk':

The plant people go a long way toward offering and providing us, the two-leggeds and others, with the physical materials we need to live life ‘in a good way’. Plant fiber provides assorted fibers for the weaving of clothing, nets, mats, basketry, footwear, hammocks, housing … plant people share their bodies that our own might live, and their medicines by which we may maintain, heal, and restore health and balance. 

The green beings hold all wisdom and knowledge. Mother Earth and all beings that live upon and within her body have their own unique medicine ways and it is of these ways that we seek to learn the languages, uses, and songs. Our Mother is a sentient being with an evolutionary path of her own, and when sufficiently sensitized it is possible for us to feel her heartbeat through the soles of our feet and entire being.

Gaa Mnokmet Ked: The Spring Wisdom Teachings (CPN)

By Minisa Crumbo Halsey

WE ARE THE FARMERS, HUNTERS, COOKS, FISHERMEN, TAPPERS, STORYTELLERS, GATHERERS … OF OUR LIVES.

Spirit Horse Ranch Studio

And now, it is the sunrise of the world, called SPRING — the eastern, mental and yellow direction of the Medicine Wheel. It is the sunrise or dawn of the year. The stronger Gizes (Father Sky Sun) is pushing back the winter dark while warming and awakening Sekmekwe (Mother Earth) to yet another season of sprouting, rooting and growth. Just as the night of winter protects all things, it makes visible our star relatives Withik Negos … the Constellation of Ursa Major the Big Dipper. The hibernating kche mko, Big Bear, emerges, as do we two-leggeds, from the root homes of the mkowango (den), bringing new life, vigor and vision of plant medicine. Now, soon, comes the selection of back yard raised bed garden, windowsill or larger field. Prayers to the long history of chosen seed beings are offered to our Mother Earth, in gratitude, with planning thoughts, song, drum (de-weben), and perhaps a pinch of asemma (tobacco), cornmeal or fat. Now, we are purifying and humming to our highest and most sacred frequencies … preparing ourselves to initiate the digging, plowing, the mindful dropping of seed and first watering … as FARMERS OF OUR LIVES we continue to connect and fuse ourselves with all living things and with the heart of the sky and the heart of the earth. AHO!

These things we do to honor all new and emerging life, the inner lives and outer lives of all animate and inanimate beings. Now, we begin to prepare for the many ceremonies of the renewal that may be recalled, heard, told and created afresh with song, dance, painting or craft, by other works, prayer and feasting … for this new year … indeed for the young of seven generations ahead … do we offer these works to all of us … of the eighth fire prophesy.

Each of us, the long hairs, the newborns among us, the children and the elders, teens, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, grandparents, husbands and wives and all of our relations … we are each and every one of us drawing and receiving our first conscious breaths and remembering that we are “breathed alive by the Creator-Mamogosnan” into a living world of heartbeat, breath, movement and blood memory. This being so, we have a sacred charge to reach out, participate in and to support ourselves and our people … and to not forget who we are and what we have … through enduring connection to Mamogosnan and all of the others … heal us God, by the WAYS OF THE AIR … By these and other seasonal ways do we recognize ourselves as “farmers of our lives.” The GAA MNOKMET KED demonstrate the flowering mystery in our deepest recesses. These and many other things are learned as we set our moc-sin (moccasin) feet to walk yet another year upon and with, the renewed sacred path of SPRING – MNOKMET … one of the most beautiful and enduring gifts from the Creator that we might know life “in a good way, now and forever more.”

Let us celebrate being 'breathed alive'!

Come! Let us celebrate being ‘breathed alive in the natural world’. Let us make gratitude talks, sing, drum, dance, feast, and make offerings to our beautiful Mother Earth, Father Sky/Sun ... first, most beautiful, and enduring of gifts from the Creator ... we say, Mamogosnan, in the Bodewadmin tongue. Come and speak praises, ‘raise a voice’ ... to the Creator in the tongue of your tradition or choice, be it spoken or silent and unnamed.

Let the wisdom of the people and the land come together ‘in a good way’ that life may go on in a ‘good way’ as well.

We pray, Mamogosnan, that our minds, hearts, bodies and spirits might truly come into conscious Spirit Talks with the Plant Beings, and those of all of Creation come together, for without these talks, we are lost. Let us come together to share our wisdom and make prayers as a people … from our vast hearts … that strong ties to the Creator, ourselves and our relatives … might be renewed and celebrated.

Crumbo Indian Arts Thank You Cards

The Crumbo Indian Arts THANK YOU cards are in holiday presentation, on the stand and for sale at 

The Art Market Gallery of Native American Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma. The suite of six cards can be viewed below, each with a message and thank you in the two indigenous languages of Muscogee 

Creek and Potawatomi, English and room to write in a personal language of choice. 

Visit the gallery to view the best in Oklahoma Indian Art ... right on historic Route 66.

Gaa Mnokmet Ked: The Spring Wisdom Teachings (CPN)

 By Minisa Crumbo Halsey

WE ARE THE FARMERS, HUNTERS, COOKS, FISHERMEN, TAPPERS, STORYTELLERS, GATHERERS … OF OUR LIVES.

Spirit Horse Ranch Studio

And now, it is the sunrise of the world, called SPRING — the eastern, mental and yellow direction of the Medicine Wheel. It is the sunrise or dawn of the year. The stronger Gizes (Father Sky Sun) is pushing back the winter dark while warming and awakening Sekmekwe (Mother Earth) to yet another season of sprouting, rooting and growth. Just as the night of winter protects all things, it makes visible our star relatives Withik Negos … the Constellation of Ursa Major the Big Dipper. The hibernating kche mko, Big Bear, emerges, as do we two-leggeds, from the root homes of the mkowango (den), bringing new life, vigor and vision of plant medicine. Now, soon, comes the selection of back yard raised bed garden, windowsill or larger field. Prayers to the long history of chosen seed beings are offered to our Mother Earth, in gratitude, with planning thoughts, song, drum (de-weben), and perhaps a pinch of asemma (tobacco), cornmeal or fat. Now, we are purifying and humming to our highest and most sacred frequencies … preparing ourselves to initiate the digging, plowing, the mindful dropping of seed and first watering … as FARMERS OF OUR LIVES we continue to connect and fuse ourselves with all living things and with the heart of the sky and the heart of the earth. AHO!

These things we do to honor all new and emerging life, the inner lives and outer lives of all animate and inanimate beings. Now, we begin to prepare for the many ceremonies of the renewal that may be recalled, heard, told and created afresh with song, dance, painting or craft, by other works, prayer and feasting … for this new year … indeed for the young of seven generations ahead … do we offer these works to all of us … of the eighth fire prophesy.

Each of us, the long hairs, the newborns among us, the children and the elders, teens, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, grandparents, husbands and wives and all of our relations … we are each and every one of us drawing and receiving our first conscious breaths and remembering that we are “breathed alive by the Creator-Mamogosnan” into a living world of heartbeat, breath, movement and blood memory. This being so, we have a sacred charge to reach out, participate in and to support ourselves and our people … and to not forget who we are and what we have … through enduring connection to Mamogosnan and all of the others … heal us God, by the WAYS OF THE AIR … By these and other seasonal ways do we recognize ourselves as “farmers of our lives.” The GAA MNOKMET KED demonstrate the flowering mystery in our deepest recesses. These and many other things are learned as we set our moc-sin (moccasin) feet to walk yet another year upon and with, the renewed sacred path of SPRING – MNOKMET … one of the most beautiful and enduring gifts from the Creator that we might know life “in a good way, now and forever more.”

Getegemen - Garden

 

Potawatomi ‘Garden’ Vocabulary:

Basket = gokbenaben
Bees = amoyuk

Beans = koje'suk

Bloom = jijen

Butterfly = memiki

Cabbage = e'shobuk

Cherries = siwswe'mnen

Circle = waye'yak

Cloud = ngwankot

Corn = ndamen

Cucumber = kokobe'

Dance = nimedi

Drum = de'we'gIn

Earth = sugmuk

Feast = wewesnakewin

Fire = shkote'

Flint Hill Grounds = shokinkik

Flower = washkone'to

Food = wisnawen

Fruit = washkbak
Full Moon = nibakises

Garden = Getegemen

Good Rain = mnogmowIn

Gourd = shishigwIn

Grapes = siwnwen

Grass = mIshkos

Honey = amo

Hot Peppers = wasgagIn

Indian Tobacco = nInse’ma

July/Month of Young Corn = We'shkitdaminkesis

Lightning = sawasmo

Milkweed = nInwezhe’k

Moon = tpukises

Mother Earth = Kumde’kwe’

Muddy = winkiwIn

Onion = shakwesh

Outside = sagec

Peace = e’tokmite’k

Plenty Potatoes = topeka

Plum = pokma

Potatoes = pInyak

Prairie = mskoda

Pumpkin = wapkon

Purple = we'je'pwate'k

Rain = kmowen

Sage = wabshkukbyag

Spider = aspeke' e'e'buk

Stars = nagosuk

Strawberries = demen

Summer = E'mnokmuk

Sun = kises

Sunset = e'pkishmok
Sweat Lodge = mdodmogumuk

Sweet Corn = wishpumnuk

Sweetgrass = wiingaashk

Sweet Potato = wishpupnyak

Thunderbirds = cigwe’k

Toad = mamkeci

Tobacco = se’ma

Trees = mtugwe'nIn

Turtle = mshike’

Very Dark (Outside) = gispuknya

Very Light (Bright Sunshine) = waseya

Warm Wind = shawnash

Water = mbish

Watermelon = ashktamo

Well-Being = matsowIn

Whole Kernel Cooked Corn = pakswayuk

Wild = pkoc

Wild Rice = pkocnomin

Wind = notin

World = otake’

Worm = mose