"We did not think of the great open plains, the beautiful rolling hills, and winding streams with tangled growth as "wild". To us it was tame. Earth was bountiful and we were surrounded with the blessings of the Great Mystery."

Luther Standing Bear - Rosebud Sioux

Guardian of the Water Medicine

Guardian of the Water Medicine
Dale Auger

Dale Auger

Dale Auger: On Art, Blood and Kindred Spirits
by Terri Mason

Defining Dale Auger in one sentence is akin to releasing the colours of a diamond in one cut. It can’t be done. It’s the many facets that release a diamond’s true brilliance, as it is the many facets of Auger’s life, education, ancestry, experiences and beliefs that have shaped and polished his work into the internationally acclaimed and collected artist that he is today.

Born a Sakaw Cree from the Bigstone Cree Nation in northern Alberta, Auger’s education began as a young boy when his mother would take him to be with the elders. “I used to say to myself, ‘Why is she leaving me with these old people?’ – but today I see the reason; I was being taught in the old way.”

Auger’s respect for traditional teachings led him on a journey to study art, opening the door to a doctorate in education. He is a talented playwright, speaker and visual artist whose vividly coloured acrylics have captured the attention of collectors that reads like an international ‘Who’s Who’ spanning English to Hollywood royalty. The essence of his work is communication, and now Dr. Auger has come full circle, interpreting the life of his culture – from the everyday to the sacred - through the cross-cultural medium of art.

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http://www.daleauger.com/printversionbio.cfm

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

One Moment At A Time

One Moment At A Time
By: Pamela Waterbird Davison
Copyright 2007
Listen…
For the opportunity to grow. It exists in every moment of every day. It waits to be
heard through the noise of our fears. Be quiet and listen. Not all our questions need
to be answered right now. Wait to let the seeds take root and sprout before we
decide it’s time to harvest. Some things just take time.

Pay attention…
To the weeds of fear threatening to choke mind and spirit. Clear the clutter and get
down to the heart of the matter. Study what is there, seek the truth, then discard
what would deny us the feast of who we might become. This cannot be neglected.

Commit…
To expanding heart and soul with every possible good thing there is. Be vigilant. Be
honest. Be compassionate - for only unconditional love will bring about the fruit
which will sustain us.

Listen…
And hear what Great Spirit would have us know. In our solitude we will find the voice
to guide us. Release the burdens our world would offer and let us be who we
are…parents of the future, of our very own legacy. If somehow we should fail each
other, let us learn to forgive. When it is time for our harvest we will have much to be
grateful for.

This is what it means to weigh the truth every moment of every day. Listen, pay
attention, commit, then listen some more. And never forget compassion. After all,
we’re in this together and we’re all learning to grow one moment at a time.
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