The Dancer’s Star Blanket

Blue Star Quilt


Across the ages she has come 


to dance, to love and laugh


“Her laughter,” the old ones say “is too loud.


Her feet do not pound the earth as others do.”


But her heart dances on


and she gives the love


Keeping her promise is all that she knew.


She needed to learn more.


She thirsted for the knowledges


in every leaf and rock.


She annoyed every one


with her searching for the search.


She burped and farted…they mocked.


No one ever knew


the courage it took to ask.


No one ever knew


her deep love for Mother Earth.


No one ever knew


her deep abiding love


for the Creator.


Until they saw her last dance.


She knew.


She laughed.  


She burped and she farted.


When the competition was over…


The young ones, were surprised


that they were asked to join


in the making of her star blanket.


The old ones, smiled and said…


“Just because she did not win in the competition


Does not mean, that the prayers stop.”


The blanket was made amid laughter and tears.


They knew she was dying…there was no fear.


When the time comes


the old dancer will be wearing  


her star blanket


as she dances her way home.

Lone Star Quilts


Salute 2 Threza (with links to her music and poetry)

Here is Threza

Threza is a singer/songwriter residing in Grande Prairie, Alberta.  She wrote:

I am living proof that it is possible to make your musical dreams come

true regardless of age or circumstance.  I am entering the music scene

after raising four children as a single mother.  

In fact, I had already been a grandmother for two years before I released my first CD!

My life experiences in love and loss and hope and healing are the fabric of my music.  The style of my music has a distinctive flavor and it’s difficult to categorize, though you might say it’s pop/folk/singer-songwriter.  My original songs share a universal understanding and emotional depth that appeal to a wide range of age groups.


Salute in gratitude (for the 75,005 views on my wee blog)

Salute from the Golden Heart Cup Here’s to the lovers…

I watch them play.

Here’s to the young ones

Who make my day.

Here’s to the old ones

so gentle, so wise.

Here’s to sexy men

with their wonderful thighs.

Here’s to the dancing women

with their mysterious eyes.

Here’s to the beauty

who lives down the street.

Here’s to new folks

I have yet to meet.

Here’s to all the charlatans and cheats.

Here’s to the dear ones

barely alive

camping on the street

Just to survive.

Here’s to  the healthy, the wealthy ,

the sick or the dying

Here’s to all you dear hearts

who encourage me

On the days I do not (have the discipline to)

keep trying.

Thanks for helping me take on the chin.

Here’s to you the dear hearts of my life.

For always sharing your love or a grin.


Your voice heals me my Friend – a thank you note

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Your voice

has a healing quality

which resonates

in the highest realm

of my being.

I love you

for the gift you carry

and the gift you are.

When I was not able

to walk, or speak,

your voice carried me,

sustained me,

lead me home.

Home to the

Voice of the Centuries,

that would

heal me

guide me. 

Thank you my loving friend

for sharing your voice,

for standing beside me. 

Second Summer Roses

Morning dedication

Gratitude offering
Thank you WahZ

I long to surrender to Thy will.

Help me to be

Willing to be Willing

Yielding and Still.

I long to surrender to Thy will.

Help me to see the blessings

On days when it all seems uphill.

I long to  be

surrendering to Thy will.

Help me to be of service

Full of grace, not so nervous

Open to your healing Voice;

Knowing that the learning 

Has always been my choice.

I long to be

surrendered  to Thy will.

It is the Thy within me

Which keeps me yielded and still.

May I go out from this holy place

Do Thy biding

Be  more loving

 full of Grace.

May I be

 always open surrendering.

More like Thee

Less of Me

Keeping loving

as a priority in place

As I gaze upon Thy Face.

May the healing 

Of your loving Higher Power

Flow through me in service

Each and every hour.

 I am now

surrendered  to Thy Will.

I dance among the stars……

Northern lights
Northern lights (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)
Northern lights
Northern lights (Photo credit: Moyan_Brenn)
Day 152 - "Know where to find the sunrise...
Day 152 – “Know where to find the sunrise and sunset times and note how the sky looks at those times, at least once.” – Marilyn vos Savant (Photo credit: StephenGA)

The breeze caresses my cheek,

as I look to the sky.

 I have to keep looking, longing

seeking out that one constellation,

(and I don’t really care why).

That special star,

the colors growing, 

glowing at sunset,

and often till sunrise too.

 I feel the answers are within and skyward.

  I miss the home planet don’t you?

SPICIE Woman – Guest Author – Amanda Fox

What is a Spicie woman? You may not even be familiar with Spicie and at this moment you’re sitting there, giving the screen a little dose of the stink eye wondering why you might even want to know. Even though you don’t know it yet, you may very well be a Spicie woman too. As we say our on site; “Spicie is today’s woman. She is different. She is unique. The Spicie woman may be your sister. She may be your neighbor. She may be your co-worker. She may be your boss. She may be you.” There’s more to it than that, however, and a very interesting story about how Spicie came to life.

Spicie ( the product of  conversation among several women that took on a life of it’s own. We were sitting around one evening on Facebook having a discussion about a story that came up in the news concerning an issue that was singularly that of women. The specific story, we’ve forgotten over time, but what stood out was that in the reporting of that news there was not a woman included. It was written by a man. All the quotes were provided by men and the story itself failed to really grasp the issue in the way we, as woman, felt it needed to.                                                                                        Amanda Fox, Editor-In-Chief, Spicie

We strayed into discussing why so many news stories were like that. Why is it that in 2012 there wasn’t really a site for women like us? Women that do know what is going on around the world and are genuinely concerned about it? Why is that most of the news we read or heard about issues like women’s rights, reproductive rights, women in business and politics, seemed to be overwhelmingly reported by men and missing something so basic as what it really is that women feel about the issues?

We jokingly said, “We can do that! We’ll rule the world!” Although it may have been said jokingly, our future publisher knew we were on to something. She knew as well as any of us that the voice of real women is not as well represented in the media as many think. She also knew that there really wasn’t a place on the web to go to get information on a full range of topics about women, written by women, for women in plain language. We had the idea and drive, but no name.

Our publisher, Sharon Hayes, CEO of Domainate and I began talking about if we could really make this happen. As one of the leading sellers of domain names on the web, Sharon had a tremendous amount to choose from, but Spicie was what stuck out in both of our minds.  There was something to it. Even though she and I were sold on it, not all the ladies were until Sharon posted what she thought a Spicie woman is:

“A Spicie woman is: Sexy, Passionate, Interesting, Curious, Intelligent, Evocative.”

That sold everyone on the Spicie name, but we still had to figure out how to make it work. With several years in content creation and management, Amanda Fox stepped in as Editor-In-Chief with Anni Bricca serving as editor as well as the talent behind creating our graphics. We decided that although we were a cozy group, we needed more voices to go along with us, so we brought in women ( like Anise Smith and Carrie Eckles to complement Adrianna Contreras, Barbara Farina, Tracy Madlener, Ashley Gephart, Heather Jabusch, Penni Peterson and guest columnist Grace Alexander.

You still might be wondering what we actually do? What we have begun creating, we see as eventually being not just a destination for information, but a community. We do not shirk away from difficult topics like the horror of FGM, the education system, women in the media, human trafficking or the always testy waters of politics. We go beyond the news, however, and open our lives to you. The realities of menopause, victory over personal cases of bullying and an upcoming series on how body image is viewed by women of different backgrounds and sizes.

Our message is – All women are Spicie! We are real people with real concerns and we  can make a difference if we use our voices as one unified front. We look to support one another and embrace that which is different in each of us because when all is said and done, underneath the color of our skin, our upbringing, where we are in life, what higher power we do or do not pray to or regardless of whom we love, we are a family. We are together through the best days life offers, but more importantly, the worst as well.

We would love to have you stop by our site and chime in. Join the discussions with us on Facebook ( and let us know what you think. What concerns you? What do you, as a woman, want us to write about? Most of all, we want you to walk away feeling more informed, better about yourself and the days ahead of us all. Together, we can survive anything with class and dignity and help make one another the best we can possibly be!

By: Amanda Fox, Editor-In-Chief, Spicie

Pound the earth, oh daughters of my heart….

Queens County Farm pow wow

Woman Warrior Fancy Dancer

Fancy Dancers

Pound the earth oh daughters of my heart.

May we join together in dance.

May we fight for the freedom of those still lost in the oasis.

May we sing and dance until they are safely home. 

Rise up from our lethargy worrying about a hang-nail.

Let us dance and sing and shout 

To free them all from jail.

Pound the earth oh daughters of my heart

Beat your drum.

Sing your song.

Let us bring them back to freedom.

Back where they belong. 

Pound the earth oh daughters of my heart.

May we join together in dance.