White Feather Magazine #1

By White Feather

This is volume 1 of an ongoing magazine of White Feather's writings. Written from the heart, White Feather's articles and short stories pierce through the veil separating the physical and non-physical worlds. The messages are about the heroic transformation of human consciousness and the connections between people's journeys. One-ness, beauty, and joy are revealed in all of life's places. Included are the short stories; Teenage Girl in the Forest, What You Resist, Persists, A Tale of Two White Christmases, Leaving the Office, The Cliff, and A Life-changing Cup of Coffee. Articles include; Energy Cycles and Disease, Celebration and Contrast, Crazy Horse Races, How Often Do You Bless? Blessing a Nuclear Bomb, White Buffalo Calf Woman, Can Smoking Be Sacred? Listening Without Thinking, and Playground Music.

• Language: English
• Publisher: White Feather
• Release date: Mar 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310370021

White Feather

Author of numerous books, White Feather has been writing stories and essays for a few decades and currently lives on the Great Plains of Turtle Island.

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White Feather Magazine #1

By White Feather

Copyright 2015 by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

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Published by Lip Gravy Press

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Table of Contents

Teenage Girl in the Forest

Energy Cycles and Dis-ease

What You Resist, Persists

Celebrations and Contrast

A Tale of Two White Christmases

Leaving the Office

Crazy Horse Races

How Often Do You Bless?

Blessing a Nuclear Bomb

White Buffalo Calf Woman

Can Smoking Be Sacred?

The Cliff

Listening Without Thinking

Playground Music

A Life-changing Cup of Coffee

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Teenage Girl in the Forest

Lonnie was walking home from school. It was January and she had not walked home since the first day of school back in August. After that first day (when she missed the bus) she had caught the bus every day for over a month. Since then she caught a ride home with her new boyfriend. He was a senior and had his own car. Lonnie was still three months away from getting her driver's license and she had no idea how long it would be before she had her own car.

But today she had broken up with her boyfriend. She caught him kissing Mandy, her nemesis since sixth grade. She was so upset that she missed the bus and ended up walking home over icy and snowy streets. It was bitterly cold but her angry thoughts seemed to somehow warm her as she walked. She replayed the sight of him kissing Mandy over and over in her mind. Her heart was racing and she was mad as hell and therefore she was almost oblivious to the cold.

She hated her now ex-boyfriend, she hated her friends, she hated her teachers, she hated all boys, and she hated her parents for living so far from the school......

With her gloved hands she tried to wipe the tears off her face but they seemed to freeze before she could wipe them off. She just wanted to get home and lock herself in her room.

Oblivious to everything but her own footsteps she walked and walked. But then suddenly she heard a loud bird. She was pulled out of her thinking. And then she stopped in her tracks. Looking to the side of the road she noticed a path that led down to a creek.

She remembered that path because on that walk home way back on the first day of school she had stopped and walked down that path. She had walked into the forest and found a place where there was a fallen log next to the creek. It was still summer then and she had sat on that log for a long time watching the water flow down the creek. She had listened to the birds and luxuriated in the shafts of sunlight streaming down through the trees. She remembered having spotted a frog sitting alongside the creek. She watched that frog for a long time and that time in the forest was magical to her. It was so relaxing and inspiring and uplifting.

But it was winter now and there surely were no frogs and it was cloudy with no sunshine. And it was cold! But she felt compelled to take that path down into the forest. She looked around for a moment then proceeded down the snowy path.

When she got to the fallen log she brushed the snow off of it and sat down. Hugging herself