My grandfathers call to me, “Come out and visit!” I hear the call, so I climb out of bed, wrap myself in a blanket, and put on my moccasins. “What are you doing?” my husband asks, stirring from his sleep. “I'm going outside,” I answer quietly as he turns over and sleeps again. Without turning on lights, I walk to the door and go outside. The night is not cold. I am wrapped in a blanket and in my Grandfathers' smiles. “Hello, Grandfathers,” I say as I look up into their eyes. “Hello, Grandmothers,” I laugh out loud as my...

The cosmos calls us when our day is done as gazes turn above to starry spheres, concealed in presence of the sovereign sun, while once again the dark of night appears. As gazes turn above to starry spheres where reigning moonbeams serve to light the way while once again the dark of night appears, we muse on how what's passing cannot stay. Where reigning moonbeams serve to light the way, the twinkling heavens glory in their prime. We muse on how what's passing cannot stay, within a moment of illusive time. The twinkling heavens glory in their prime, concealed in...

Ghostly gibbous moon Hid beneath a cloudy shroud Haunts our midnight sky. Image credit: A.K.Entingh http://photo.accuweather.com/photogallery/details/photo/134438/ Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login

Here is a prayer song the Skidi Pawnee tribe of Native Americans sang in the autumn: Look as they rise, up rise Over the line where sky meets the earth; The Seven Stars! Lo! They are ascending, come to guide us, Leading us safely, keeping us one: The Seven Stars, Teach us to be, like you, united. Source: :This poem is from the book "When Stars Came Down To Earth: Cosmology of the Skidi Pawnee Indians of North America by Von Del Chamberlain,. Ballena Press, 1982 Image Credit: Valentin Grigore Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments...

The wooden church of Budesti (included in the UNESCO Heritage) was built in the 1640s by the Greek-Catholic Romanians. Here the Romanian hero of the Maramures province, Pintea the Brave (1670-1703, an outlaw who fought for Romanian rights against the Habsburg Empire and used to fly with artificial wings from mountain tops when he was followed by authorities), left his own chain shirt. Comments You need JavaScript to be able to post comments You need to be logged in to leave a comment Click Here to Login