Author Archives: Nate Long

Morning Medicine

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Morning Medicine Burning cedar and a smoky cool morning A formation of white cranes flies over the water The sun is impatiently waiting for permission To rise over the hills and to warm the howling winds Where a waking is occurring upon the shoreline And a drowsy eye-opening birth into this world. Sing your songs […]

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Window

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Window There is a blueness behind the glass That seems to beckon For an endless upward expansion Looking through into the alternate Into the Eden and the alternative Into the bottomless abyss. There is another world out there Actually many, many worlds And they each are just as relevant Each are sacred and important Each […]

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Darn the Tears

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Darn the Tears My grandmother looks up slowly from her work with a large smile and invites me closer. It is so good to be with her again. She sits on the ground and is sewing a blanket — darning the tears that have appeared between each of the colors. “Will be good as new!” […]

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Time Control

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Time Control: I enjoy the feeling of not wanting something to end.

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Medicine Drum Making Workshop for Kids, Spring 2019

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Medicine Drum Making Workshop for Kids, Spring 2019 16 new baby drums have come into this world at the Kids Drum Making class in Spicewood today! Thank you Lindsay, Tammy, William and all the parents for making this all run so smoothly and in such an amazing GOOD way. Drum blessing next week!

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Path

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Path Help me find joy, wisdom and respect for the path I have been given, not disappointment for the path I was not. This is my journey — Nate Long “Owl”

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The Final Medicine

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The Final Medicine When the “need” for medicine becomes forgotten and the “wanting” takes over, it’s then that the medicine will stop working. There is a perceived need to be fixed or healed, without really defining our illnesses. Are we really even sick at all? Or are we sick only because we are told we […]

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On the River

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On the River On the river as the fog starts to fadeIn that magic place between icey air and waterWe breathe in the newness of the dayThen exhale a cloud of letting things goAt this moment we don’t judge or questionBut we do transform for the briefest of momentsInto that heron, that tree branch and […]

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Sun God

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Sun God Sunlight settles over the pine trees And for a very brief moment Shines through the pine sap Creating an amber spot of brilliance On the needle-littered ground. A still pond with a mirrored face Hide the slim silver fish Who seem to watch the bird of prey Perched high above upon the pine […]

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