power of forgiveness

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In 1992, I met a special teacher, a leader who–even after all these years–I marvel at the way he made me feel and how he inspired me to think.

His name was Chief Billy Diamond of the Waskaganish Cree First Nation of Quebec, Canada. He was far from his homeland when he visited the university I attended in Pennsylvania. I spent two days listening and absorbing his passionate representation and guardianship of his land and his people. On a press tour, Chief Billy was on a mission to build momentum and support opposing the desecration of his People’s land by an electricity company who wished to flood their sacred burial grounds with water that would generate electricity (and thereby a lot of money) for people well beyond the land there.

As I listened to Chief Billy, I deeply connected with his passion, his longing and the pain for those beloved to him and of his people who were yet to be born. He loved human beings. He believed in the possibility for change. He exemplified action in motion to his commitments and beliefs. I will never forget his congruency or his love for life.

In 2013–some 20 years later–I had what many native people would regard as a medicine dream. Medicine dreams happen when we are asleep, but as we awaken, we feel like the dream is our awake reality. If we let them, medicine dreams can serve as great tools to inform our lives and offer protection, or direction and guidance when faced with challenging situations or decisions.

In my medicine dream, Chief Billy Diamond came to me. He told me to take my children to a Pow Wow. I woke up with this idea in my heart and mind and didn’t feel like I had any choice but to honor him.

pow wow 2013 becky jaine 3I had never been to a Pow Wow. I had always had great curiosity and reverence for Native Indian traditions and customs but I honestly felt cautious about Pow Wows, for fear and concern as I didn’t want to do anything unintentionally offensive.

With Chief Billy and Google guiding me, I researched and discovered a local University was hosting a day-long Pow Wow that brought Native American tribes from across the state of North Carolina together to celebrate the cultures.

I took my children and together we experienced the JOY and radiating splendor of our first Pow Wow together with our North Carolina Americans. I resisted my reluctance and hesitancy to show up and support people of different cultures, and to allow myself to feel however I would feel surrounded by many people who may have been silenced, abused and oppressed.  It was a powerful experience for me, and hopefully a memory my children will hold. (The photos included were taken with dancers’ permission.)

pow wow 2013 becky jaineAfter the Pow Wow, I was curious about Chief Billy and sadly discovered he had died in 2010 at the age of 61. I wept for the world’s loss, and cried as I discovered what happened shortly before his death. The ripple effects of his extraordinary and controversial life touched his people, for freedom and the country he loved so much.

Just months before Chief Billy passed, the Canadian Prime Minister issued a formal apology to the First Nation People, on behalf of the Canadian governments role in re-education camps, and their repeated attempts at devaluation of the Native People’s culture, heritage and values. In response to this unprecedented apology, the First Nation People orchestrated an event called the Ottawa Forgiven Summit.

I researched the event and discovered that a Canadian broadcaster was with Chief Billy during the Grand Entry of the Summit. Grand Entry is a magnificent ceremonial processional when all people come into the space where a Pow Wow will be held. Dancing, drumming, calling, cheering, expressing, moving, as all people come in to take their place in the circle. While I do not remember the name of the journalist, I do remember that he said it was his great honor to be with Chief Billy and that as they walked in, he would never forget Chief Billy’s calling out loud… exclaiming “Freedom, Freedom… Freedom!” as tears of joy streamed down Chief Billy’s face.

It is with great reverence, joy and love that I share a video captured the grand entry that day in 2010, a historical record of the transformative healing power of formal apology and forgiveness.

Knowing that Chief Billy was able to experience this moment of forgiveness, this moment of human evolution, for “Freedom” comforts and inspires me.

It is my prayer that one day in my own country–that our United States Government–will formally apologize to our original Native American Brothers and Sisters, for everything and everyone that was killed, harmed and relocated in the name of American progress. May it be so in my lifetime.

Apologies by major governments do happen. Forgiveness can come. Change is possible.

p.s. if, in my sharing I was somehow disrespectful of Native American culture, please know that my intentions are pure of heart. It’s taken a long time to share this story– but I the time has come.

for the love of everything, the gift of nothing

becky jaine:

feeling these feelings so strongly again; remembering these words in my heart, and discovered a button called “repost”. Let’s see what happens when I hit it, shall we?

to open space, the sound between the notes, the atoms between the clouds, the space between you and I … to more nothing, <3 becky <3

Originally posted on ☼ becky jaine creativity + acts of kindness = JOY ☼:

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more nothing

the world needs

humans practicing
the loving art
of nothing.

sacrificing our human attention
gifting our presence as present
finding joy

(consciously in and out)
feeling hunger
embracing suffering
(and feeling deeply til its release)

sacred nothing.

let me completely open to nothing
nothing and its complex simplicity.

i shall look to the birds,
the rocks,
the water,
the petals … the trees,
to nature
and the wind
(where on earth doesn’t the wind blow?)

let me seek and find in stillness
through deep loving presence and listening

let me give over to wonder
–oh, the way the magnificent earth, she turns–

i start at me

one human in nothing
responding and giving my human power
–my gift to 7 billion humans–
my most loving healing gift to mother earth and all of her sacred…

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earthly human day

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Dear Humans,

I went for a walk with my great shamanic teacher this week, Jackson Joyful, the sacred Labradoofus and supreme state inducer!

We walked a little and then found our favorite spot in our forest, our meditation rock at the stream.

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Inspired by my recent reading of philosopher Jacob Needleman, being here reminded of the great lesson I have yet still to learn: to stay in one place a little longer. Be present and open to the moment, to slow down and not rush out of presence, not to force my way back into the seeming importance of the “requirements” of my life.

We lingered … a little longer.

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As we got up to leave our spot, I suddenly became still–painfully so–and allowed the moment to be. Perhaps two human minutes of standing… dropping human expectation and allowing, a group of songbirds flew down and landed in the trees in front of us. Cardinals, bluebirds, bluejays; all traveling in pairs, and surprisingly mixed breeds flying together. And then–as my breath and attention slowed even further–a pair of Cowbirds touched down.

Be still…. Cowbird is yet another one of my great teachers.

My dear friend the Cowbird–who I endearingly named MeMe– reminded me that my life is not only about or for me. When he came last summer, my human interpretation was that he seemed to fall in love with his own reflection such that he wasted the spring and never found a mate.

Well, at last, I witness a pair of Cowbirds, tweetly meet meeting each other, seeming to laugh and cajole as they courted and played together in the tree tops above us.

As we stood there, tears streamed down my face. In awe of the birds, I was relieved that my bird-dog was as captivated as I was. So enthralled, he didn’t chase them and …  I didn’t feel the need to photograph them. We simply stood there, not waiting for anything specific, and let the magic of nature and the moment reveal.

Come to the woods with us…

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I wish you nature and beauty. I pray for your deep earthly human love this 45th Earth Day, and always. Mother Earth needs you. She needs us. What can we do to respectfully celebrate our love for Earth today? For me, I hope to linger a little longer… to be conscious and be grateful.

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for kindness sake

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Kindness is the greatest wisdom. ~Unknown

It feels a little indulgent and perhaps embarrassing to share some of the things I am part of in the name of secret loving kindness. At the risk being seen here, I’d like to share a simple and wonderful thing a few friends from the Sacred Kindness Circle did last month, called Flower Power.

I hope YOU feel some of love and JOY created that day.

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We bought three bunches of flowers, cut them up and tied them with ribbons into about 14 smaller bunches and attached little handmade and handwritten notes to each bunch. We left them on car windshields and doors in the parking lot of the coffee shop where we met.

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A special SURPRISE for 14 unsuspecting humans who happened to be driving that day.

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I believe kindness makes the world go round. Kindness is LOVE in action. Kindness is BEAUTY. Kindness begets KINDNESS. I also feel like talking about kindness can feel a little –hear high pitch–AWKWARD, but isn’t kindness sometimes too beautiful to keep to ourselves?!flowerpower 2015 becky jaine (1)

What do you believe about kindness? Is it better unspoken? Best shared? Infectious or private?

in love & blushing kindness
<3 becky jaine <3

p.s. and to the dear women of the sacred kindness circle, I’m so humbled to be with dear friends who practice regular kindness and generosity as you do. Thank you for the love ripples we make! i <3 you. xo

the road not taken

Dear Friends,
     I came across this surprising sign today while hiking at a state park. The message both bothered and simultaneously amused me. Made me think of the path I’m on… or lost within, and also about the park’s intentions to keep people on designated trails.
     It says, Oops, this is not a designated trail. If you follow it, you may get lost. Also, by deepening the trail, you might contribute to others behind you getting lost. Social Trails are “paths” worn by people walking to a popular destination where an official marked trail does not exist. Be aware that the paths are not marked and won’t be on a map. The paths may also follow a course that is either dangerous or damaging to the resources.
    The boot footprints make me especially giggle: “Be Aware … Don’t Get Lost”. Wish I had a similar pair but maybe mine would say “Be Aware … Happily Lost”–a courtesy to warn those traveling with me.
     Hmmmm. What do you think about social paths, roads less taken, and getting lost? You are welcome comment below and share.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

my prayer for your joy

❤ (◠‿◠) ☼ a prayer for all 7 billion + humans, to elevate JOY, healing, self and otherly love, and peace on earth.

In the tradition of our Native American brothers and sisters, sage is burned to release blockades to  JOY, and sweetgrass to attract all that serves us.

To gift forward in the spirit of Joyfuel, consider how you can use your energy and your gifts/talents to bring about greater JOY and KINDNESS in the world. comment below and share.

my gratitude to Sirgun Kaur for her permission to include her song, Bliss (I am the Light of my Soul) with Sat Darshan Singh, featuring Yogi Bhajan’s mantra. http://www.sirgunkaur.com

and I am grateful to YOU for witnessing this prayer.

❤ ☼ Joyfuel was offered in December 2014 to mid January 2015, as a homeplay ecourse –in gratitude for my life and the healing journey I’ve been on the past 8 years. If this work is meaningful, I aspire to find a publisher to advocate for–and activate–greater JOY in our world. ☼ ❤

♥ use and share this video however it honors love and joy ♥

to JOY!
with my love, becky jaine

Joyfuel is dedicated to YOU and the possibility of greater human joy, self and otherly love and healing.

aho mitakuye oyasin
we are ALL connected

WE are miracles
upon this abundant and
ever-changing Earth

YOU are a gift

our lives are precious

we deserve JOY

may we each become
guardians for our own
-and each other’s-

may we let go of fear
and move towards

may we reduce
suffering on earth

may we evolve to
and realign with
the Earth

…to live and let live

to give and receive

in harmony

we are ALL connected
aho mitakuye oyasin’


the joy factor

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Five years ago I made a decision that radically changed my life fo-evah! I left my near 20-year career with the corporate world.

Being a diehard idealist, I questioned my involvement with for-profit focused corporations when most companies were remaining intensely prioritizing monetary profit above people and planet.

That year I gave birth to my third child, another new teacher … my Sonshine (pictured with my 2nd daughter/teacher above). I gifted myself an extended absence from my career which allowed space and time to fully experience each and every moment as it came to me without the pull of career responsibilities and to-do-lists.

This opening led me to reconsider every way I used my personal energy and to contemplate my life based using the joy factor.

Simply put, the joy factor is anything we do to INTENTIONALLY create joy or limit suffering in our lives or in the lives of those close to us.

I stopped long enough to witness the pure joy of humanity through my children’s human being-ness.

I ceased my self-created and self-imposed insanity of my too busy over-scheduled hectic demanding “perfect” life.

My purpose and intentions shifted and I lightened.

I gave up my fancy titles and my corporate income.

I assessed my vanity. I stopped wearing makeup and trendy dresses and suits. I bucked societal expectations and amazingly truly started enjoying life again, fully in the moment, with baby spit-up on my shirt, beds unmade, children laughing and covered in paint, and dirty dishes in the sink.

I really embraced my life and my power to choose how and where I spend my energy. I consciously committed to my own JOY.

I found new and unusual ways to love myself and started to celebrate my imperfections. I realized I was perfectly imperfect and hugged myself daily (and all my squishy parts too). I embraced the white hairs on my head and wrinkles on my face, and felt gratitude for them as sacred visual gifts reminding me of my time spent on earth.

I realized that if I can’t love and accept myself exactly as I am in my most natural state, then however did my children stand a chance to do the same for themselves? Especially amidst the media-created-mirage of “beauty”?!

I was terrified that I could somehow contribute to their marginalization.

I am my children’s first teacher and they may mirror me. I must become the change I wish to see in the world. My little cherubs’ inner beauty: their gorgeous bright spirits, their souls ah-blazing … I must contribute to the preservation of their true essence, by being real and flawed and true to my heart.

Young children shine a lovelight so bright, their joy is contagious.

Larger than my own energy and life, I could feel the possibility that my children do not have to disconnect from their source, their true nature. They do not have to become guarded, limited or apathetic. They can believe that being human means being true to themselves and embracing and celebrating their uniquities.

The joy factor created a startling personal revelation that beckoned me to change my course, to live with a renewed profound purpose; to love myself, love my children, to love all people on earth as the miraculous marvels we are… exactly as we are, perfectly imperfect.

Enough about me, what about YOU? How is YOUR joy? Have you ever reassessed and reactivated your daily energy to intensify your joy? Please comment below….

Ooooh, and please know you are invited to join me in an In Box adventure I’m calling JOYFUeL. Registration closes on 30th November. Inbox JOY sent beginning 1st December for 44 days. No requirements, no cost, just joy-infusions sent to you with lots of love.

<3 becky <3
Today’s post is featured as part of the Moods of Motherhood blogging carnival celebrating the launch of the second edition of Moods of Motherhood: the inner journey of mothering by Amazon bestselling author, Lucy H. Pearce (published by Womancraft Publishing).

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