Under the Moon of Her Heart In shades of blue, where silence sings, A mother folds the world in wings. Her child sleeps close, the stars align— Two spirits bound in breath divine. The moon behind, a sacred flame, Recalls the place from which they came. The blanket hums in a woven tone, Of prayers the ancestors have sewn. Her braid—a river, calm and deep, Carries songs the elders keep. And in her arms, the earth is whole— A sacred drum, a beating soul.

The Journey Beyond the Horizon Beneath the silent moon, three riders move as one— shadows of fire, shadows of dawn, shadows of dreams not yet broken. Their horses breathe the wind. hooves striking sparks on the path of ancient spirits, each step echoing the songs of ancestors watching from the stars. Beyond the horizon lies the unknown. But they do not fear it. Their cloaks ripple like wings. Their hearts are drums beating with the earth’s eternal rhythm. For they are seekers, warriors of hope, riders of freedom, carrying the stories of their people into a future yet unwritten. 🎨Artist and storyteller: Elvis Becker

Bear of the Northern Sky Within the aurora’s fiery streams, The bear awakens from ancient dreams. Its pawprint burns on heaven’s dome, A sacred sign that guides us home. Mountains flame with crimson light, Rivers shimmer with spirit bright. Each star a drum, each glow a song, Of ancestors who walk along. The northern sky, both fierce and kind, Holds the bear in endless time. Guardian of the earth and flame, We speak its truth, we call its name. 🎨Artist and the storyteller: Solis Hue

Hummingbird – The Spirit of Resilience and Light You are not small. You are the spark between heartbeats — The swift flash of spirit that defies the weight of the world. Born from the breath of the Sun and the whisper of flowers, You fly not by force, but by faith. You carry the memory of joy, The reminder that sweetness can still be found, Even in places where sorrow grows thick. Your wings hum like ancient drums, Beating the rhythm of life, Of persistence, Of returning — again and again — to what feeds the soul. You are the guardian of fleeting moments, The priestess of the now. While others chase horizons, You kiss the light that blooms in a single drop of morning dew. You are not directionless — You know exactly where to go. Across vast distances and violent winds, You return with purpose, Bearing the invisible threads of home. When grief has dulled the world’s colors, It is you who comes — A glimmer, a shimmer, a reminder That beauty still exists And hope can wear wings. You do not battle — You endure. You do not conquer — You bless. To the People, You were more than a bird. You were a spirit — A messenger of love, A weaver of joy, A sign that life endures, even in the smallest of forms. You have never been merely “a hummingbird” — You are the sacred flicker of resilience, The bearer of light in darkened skies, The breath of color in a gray world. You remind us that gentleness is a kind of power, And those who move lightly, Move far. #nativeamericanwisdom

Moon-Blessed She was born from the dust of sacred hills, With the wind in her hair and fire in her will. Not to be caged, not to be tamed — She carries the names her grandmothers claimed. The earth is her heartbeat, the sky is her call, She walks with the silence, she rises from fall. They tried to bind her with thread and chain, But she sang through sorrow, she danced through pain. They told her to kneel, to hush her flame, To wear small shoes and forget her name. But she knew the rivers that run through stone, And she knew the drumbeat that leads her home. She dreams not of palaces carved from greed, But of open plains where her soul can breathe. She dreams of daughters who will not hide, Who speak with thunder and stand with pride. Feathers in hair, and stars in eyes — She walks the path where the eagle flies. Free not in body, but free in truth, A woman of ancestors, of strength, of roots. 🎨 Serin Alar #nativeamericanwisdom

There are a LOT of Sammy's Confusing Conundrum https://terrylclark.substack.com/p/confusing-conundrum?publication_id=934525&post_id=167556235&isFreemail=false&r=1maoyr&triedRedirect=true&utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email

Woven in Color Not just colors— but prayers woven in red ochre, stories told in turquoise light, songs etched in the black of night and the white of sacred snow. Each thread is a direction. Each hue is a spirit. Yellow—the rising sun, a path for beginnings. Blue—the sky’s breath, where eagles soar with names unspoken. Red—the blood of earth and kin, still pulsing in the drums. Black—the depth of knowing, the shadow that teaches. White—the light of silence, where ancestors sit and listen. These are not ornaments— they are memory. They are warning. They are blessing. A cloak of cosmos, wrapped around a people who dance, even when the world forgets their song. #nativeamericanwisdom 🎨 Serin Alar

Rise with the Sun Arms lifted to the breaking sky, She calls not for herself, But for the earth beneath her feet, For the rivers, for the flowers in bloom. The sun answers in colors— Red, gold, violet, flame— A promise that the land lives on, As long as hearts remember. Birds spiral in light, Messengers of hope, Carrying her song across the hills, Across the cactus and stone. No battle cry, no war drums— Only quiet strength rising like dawn: We are still here. We will always be here. #nativeamericanwisdom

Get out of the hum drum, and do it! Get out of the Rat Race! Be YOU and ENJOY what you do! Would You Ride Naked Through the Streets? https://jpogue.substack.com/p/would-you-ride-naked-through-the

Answer is.....drum roll....ALL OF THEM

Can anyone confirm this? I have not been successful. I certainly hope it is false. "It is learned the son of actor Gary Sinise, McCanna "Mac" Anthony Sinise, passed on January 5,2024 from a rare cancer. Mac was laid to rest January 23rd. Mac was 33. Mac was also the drummer for his father's band, The LT. DAN BAND."

Tubist SSG Marc Placencia led the Open Reading Session in the hall of the U.S. Army Old Guard Fife and Drum Corps at The U.S. Army Band 2024 Tuba-Euphonium Workshop. #Euphonium #Tuba #TEW2024 #TEW #Music

ME: Not true...what I mean is: When you do a payroll, FIRST you run a report. It never fails to make me wonder about how they do payroll in the civilian world. Back in the 1980's I worked Military Pay. Had the ancient key board, drum and cards. If someone had a change of address, married or whatever, you'd run that card FIRST before the pay card. Sometimes I'd run 3 payrolls a week. Depending if a squadron was running late in getting info to me, or a pilot was flying a Suta. EVERYTHING went through and I'd catch it on the report FIRST. It wouldn't take the people 2 weeks or a month to get paid, it would be within that week or if ran Wednesday-Friday the following week. Over 200 teachers must pay back nearly $280K after receiving 'accidental bonuses' https://local12.com/news/nation-world/over-200-teachers-must-pay-back-280k-after-receiving-accidental-bonuses-accident-money-bonus-paycheck-paid-payroll-error-charlotte-mecklenburg-school-district-mistake-deductions-lump-sum-teaching-education-error-statement-law-legally#

Optica - New camera offers ultrafast imaging at a fraction of the normal cost: https://phys.org/news/2023-09-camera-ultrafast-imaging-fraction.html #OpticalDiffraction #DiffractionGate #UltrahighSpeedMapping #DRUM #DigitalMicromirrorDevice #DMD #CostEfficiency #Photography #Physics