The answer is simple. Those who first have “listened”,
Then somehow, in their own way, they convey that connection.

By “listening”, I mean a deep sensing and receiving more than any one of our physical senses. A listening with our whole being. Those who have listened inspire us to remember it in ourselves. Those who listen and notice where she has been hurt and like a mama bear, rise to her defense and advocate for her.  Those whose life depends on her clean water, air and soil and whose home no longer has that. When we are hungry or thirsty, we are forced to speak. All of us could be in line for that woeful cry. It is when listening ends, suffering begins.
 

Those who listen come from many walks of life, most notably indigenous communities across the planet who have held onto their connection to the natural world despite the tremendous onslaught of the profit-driven enterprises who see their resources only in terms of gain. The historical oppression of indigenous populations is a tragic reality. Yet the earth itself is in their voice and hope emerges out of the pain: those rising to say ‘enough!”, the youth who are still close to the earth in their hearts are listening…and the elders who guarded their knowledge and share it, are listening. They keep sacred the connection they have. They protect their listening. They are teaching and defending and leading everywhere about this. One could say that they are the Earth’s own immune system activated. Look beyond the usual cacophony of news, and you will find these voices struggling to be heard.
 
We are all indigenous to the Earth, but many have forgotten this. Even when we don’t have a history with the land we directly live on, we can learn about it, build a relationship of respect by learning its waterways, its plants and animals, its weather patterns. We bring to our homes our own roots and draw from our unique blend of strengths and lessons, often including a lineage of those who earlier colonized the land and its first people. When we learn about our history and make new, healing relationships—we can transform the trauma to become part of the Earth’s immune system too. And as long as we do what is vital to keep this relationship alive, the earth’s message is in our voice. And if we keep iistening. We can know what the Earth is saying.
 
But listening is not something we see practiced everywhere. We often don’t even know that we are not listening. So when we hear someone who speaks for the earth, our inner ear may be stirred and a memory invoked. It is an invitation. But how?
 
That memory invoked is one we all have, because we came in with the ability to feel our connection to life, we are all born with the ability to listen.  As a child, I remember going out into nature with my bare feet and sensing deeply. I felt so connected. I felt I could hear what the birds were saying, what the mountains were teaching. What hurt another life hurt me. I could feel this web so strongly. The magic of this experience stayed with me into my adult life, as I did activities to nurture it. Creativity in the form of singing, dancing would weave into my nature excursions. I believe that all humans have this natural way of expressing, and when we are connected to nature, it erupts spontaneously. We are close to it as children and we keep it close by staying in touch with that creative spark within us. And it makes sense that creativity would keep us connected, because Nature itself is that creative energy.
 
So go out on the earth, sing, dance, play and remember you are her child always.
 
Yet in this age of information overload, multi media overwhelm, competing world views, propaganda offered as news, aka ‘fake news’, its no surprise that we are damped down and saturated to the point of no longer being able to stop, and if we can’t stop, we most certainly can’t listen.
 
Lately I have been feeling this acutely. 
 
I’ve found myself slowly pulled into this vortex of information, even despite my best intentions and now I have been experiencing a ‘brain-ache’, a term I came up with to describe a persistent feeling of a pressure, confusion and heat in my prefrontal cortex area, something I believe is due to my brain working overtime to process all the input from my computer and smart phone and just all the busyness of life. It became so bad, I worried my head would explode. I experimented with limiting my exposure and have time away and do heart centered practices—and lo and behold, the ache went away!
Time to stop. Time to not be so busy. When did being busy become a status symbol?  I have been longing for a stillness and peace that goes beyond my morning meditation, something that reconnects me to the web of life I am part of, the experience I remember having as a child and trying to keep alive. But now it has become fainter everyday I get lost and submerged in the world of human to human information.  In this world of everyone speaking but few listening.
 
I long for my first mother, the Earth. To remember the feeling of being a child. Of singing and dancing with the wind. Where is she?   A deep grief wells in my heart. I miss her so much. And, I imagine, you do too. Even if you don’t feel it…yet.
 Ah, yes. It is this grief that leads me back home. I must cry to find her again. Let the tears flow and become the river that leads me home.
 
This grief calls for me to stop and remember, to unplug from the human made world of too much, to the natural world still dancing somewhere in my bones. She wants me back. She wants to sing to me again. She wants me to listen. Ok, yes!  I must answer, I must return. She wants you too. She wants us all to listen.
And then, like the children we are, we will remember that we are her. When you remember that, you too will speak for her.
 
Now, excuse me while I leave this computer and go for a walk with bare feet.
 
--Jul bystrova

While in Chico, looking for ways to hand out wellness suppIies, I talked a man who lost his home, his truck, his money in the Camp Fire. He was angry, sad, desperate as you can imagine. Like so many others, he needed more help than he was getting. I listened to his story, to his pain and felt so heartbroken that I had nothing more to give but this little pack of wellness items. He received them and then said "you drove 3 hours to give me this? Wow" He felt no one cared. I wish I could've handed him a check, a car, something big. But all I could give were these items and an ear and a promise for some bodywork once I was set-up. It was a little moment of "I care".
And all the others I ran across in varying degrees of need.
But all I had was this little kit with these little essential oil sprays I made. And time to listen. And a broken heart for the suffering of so many.
Then I realized just finding little ways to say "I care" does matter. It does. Its a tiny little band aid on a huge wound. But it speaks to the heart and that matters. Kindness matters!
Honestly, in times like these kindness is the highest currency.
When I left the area and stopped for gas, a man walks up to me saying he had needed gas to get home down south and could I spare a few bucks? He was hunched over on his hood, I think he was crying. I gave what I could but I know it was a drop in the bucket. Even if it was a show, (which sometimes my skeptic side of me asks, I'm sheepish to admit) then someone who is desperate enough to ask still needs it!
Another couple by the roadside sat beside their broken car with a big sign saying "hoping for a miracle". I talked to them and they told me a story of their daughter disappearing and they left everything to try to find her, finally found her and helped her but now they had nothing---could I please help them with $ towards getting their car fixed?
I didn't have much left after the other guy, I wish I could've handed them their miracle.
I'm not sharing any of this to say, "hey look at what I'm doing", because honestly I didn't do much. Also I really believe we should do good works in secret where we can--that way the ego can't capitalize on it. But sometimes sharing inspires others and helps organize too.
I also share this with you because I want to be transparent with this struggle that I'm sure others out there can relate to.
There is so much suffering, its overwhelming. So many people just shut down I think. I know I do sometimes, just to stay sane. Its important to also look at the good things happening, the ways people are helping each other. That keeps the currency flowing. Kindness matters.
The other night I had a dream where I was trying to put these band aids over a gushing torrent. I was told in the dream that I need to not mix up my scale of effort--if I want to work with the torrent, I have to also be part of that which is powerful enough to respond to it effectively. Yes, I'm working on that!
Meanwhile, I can keep handing our band aids that work on the level of small streams of need. Ok. Little kindnesses matter.
Both matter. Little kindness and big kindness. Big organizing to respond to big needs matter. But little moments of "I care" matter and do add up.
It is all about kindness. And I guess I'm trying to remind myself that right now, because my heart has been so wrenched by it all, over the years of exposure to so much suffering and working in the healing world--and now all these disasters, the trauma of our society and on and on. And I have felt so very very small in being able to respond.
But kindness matters, I won't stop. I can't stop. I am fed when I feed others. I need you, any of you, all of you, I need to feel we are in this together. That is the way we will create a new way. It's time.
The new revolution is the revolution of the heart.

The answer is simple. Those who first have “listened”,
Then somehow, in their own way, they convey that connection.
 
By “listening”, I mean a deep sensing and receiving more than any one of our physical senses. A listening with our whole being. Those who have listened inspire us to remember it in ourselves. Those who listen and notice where she has been hurt and like a mama bear, rise to her defense and advocate for her.  Those whose life depends on her clean water, air and soil and whose home no longer has that. When we are hungry or thirsty, we are forced to speak. All of us could be in line for that woeful cry. It is when listening ends, suffering begins.
 
Those who listen come from many walks of life, most notably indigenous communities across the planet who have held onto their connection to the natural world despite the tremendous onslaught of the profit-driven enterprises who see their resources only in terms of gain. The historical oppression of indigenous populations is a tragic reality. Yet the earth itself is in their voice and hope emerges out of the pain: those rising to say ‘enough!”, the youth who are still close to the earth in their hearts are listening…and the elders who guarded their knowledge and share it, are listening. They keep sacred the connection they have. They protect their listening. They are teaching and defending and leading everywhere about this. One could say that they are the Earth’s own immune system activated. Look beyond the usual cacophony of news, and you will find these voices struggling to be heard.
 
We are all indigenous to the Earth, but many have forgotten this. Even when we don’t have a history with the land we directly live on, we can learn about it, build a relationship of respect by learning its waterways, its plants and animals, its weather patterns. We bring to our homes our own roots and draw from our unique blend of strengths and lessons, often including a lineage of those who earlier colonized the land and its first people. When we learn about our history and make new, healing relationships—we can transform the trauma to become part of the Earth’s immune system too. And as long as we do what is vital to keep this relationship alive, the earth’s message is in our voice. And if we keep iistening. We can know what the Earth is saying.
 
But listening is not something we see practiced everywhere. We often don’t even know that we are not listening. So when we hear someone who speaks for the earth, our inner ear may be stirred and a memory invoked. It is an invitation. But how?
 
That memory invoked is one we all have, because we came in with the ability to feel our connection to life, we are all born with the ability to listen.  As a child, I remember going out into nature with my bare feet and sensing deeply. I felt so connected. I felt I could hear what the birds were saying, what the mountains were teaching. What hurt another life hurt me. I could feel this web so strongly. The magic of this experience stayed with me into my adult life, as I did activities to nurture it. Creativity in the form of singing, dancing would weave into my nature excursions. I believe that all humans have this natural way of expressing, and when we are connected to nature, it erupts spontaneously. We are close to it as children and we keep it close by staying in touch with that creative spark within us. And it makes sense that creativity would keep us connected, because Nature itself is that creative energy.
 
So go out on the earth, sing, dance, play and remember you are her child always.
 
Yet in this age of information overload, multi media overwhelm, competing world views, propaganda offered as news, aka ‘fake news’, its no surprise that we are damped down and saturated to the point of no longer being able to stop, and if we can’t stop, we most certainly can’t listen.
 
Lately I have been feeling this acutely. 
 
I’ve found myself slowly pulled into this vortex of information, even despite my best intentions and now I have been experiencing a ‘brain-ache’, a term I came up with to describe a persistent feeling of a pressure, confusion and heat in my prefrontal cortex area, something I believe is due to my brain working overtime to process all the input from my computer and smart phone and just all the busyness of life. It became so bad, I worried my head would explode. I experimented with limiting my exposure and have time away and do heart centered practices—and lo and behold, the ache went away!
Time to stop. Time to not be so busy. When did being busy become a status symbol?  I have been longing for a stillness and peace that goes beyond my morning meditation, something that reconnects me to the web of life I am part of, the experience I remember having as a child and trying to keep alive. But now it has become fainter everyday I get lost and submerged in the world of human to human information.  In this world of everyone speaking but few listening.
 
I long for my first mother, the Earth. To remember the feeling of being a child. Of singing and dancing with the wind. Where is she?   A deep grief wells in my heart. I miss her so much. And, I imagine, you do too. Even if you don’t feel it…yet.
 Ah, yes. It is this grief that leads me back home. I must cry to find her again. Let the tears flow and become the river that leads me home.
 
This grief calls for me to stop and remember, to unplug from the human made world of too much, to the natural world still dancing somewhere in my bones. She wants me back. She wants to sing to me again. She wants me to listen. Ok, yes!  I must answer, I must return. She wants you too. She wants us all to listen.
And then, like the children we are, we will remember that we are her. When you remember that, you too will speak for her.
 
Now, excuse me while I leave this computer and go for a walk with bare feet.

By Jul Bystrova

A year ago, we were tending to the battered, the maced, the frozen the wounded and the traumatized at Standing Rock. I will never forget the night where the wounded were streaming in nonstop. I will never forget standing around the fire in the freezing cold at 3am and hearing everybody's stories. It was very surreal, and so very real.
At this time, I join those tending to the battered, the traumatized and those that have fallen through the cracks of our system after a fire disaster that is still hard to comprehend. By offering help, I took the lid off of the underbelly of the disaster world. There are so many deeply suffering, too wounded to even be able to seek help.
And there are so many still suffering from the effects of what happened at Standing Rock. This anniversary time is triggering for many. 
Sleeplessness is the norm.
I move about these worlds, one among many, like a an anti-body for earth, listening for what's needed.
But really, sometimes I find myself impatient with humanity, with what we are doing, trying to keep going like there is some kind of "normal". Like we can ignore those among us, that someone else will come along to save them...or us.
We are all traumatized, really. The planet is traumatized. There are many frontlines, resistances, disasters, or places of quiet crisis. 
There is only service for a new way at this point.
I vote with action that it be a way of caring.

By MK Resident Media @WiconiUnTipi
There is news to be happy about in regards to the decision of the KXL pipeline in Lincoln, NE a week ago Monday. Unity and action are happening, people are continuing to come together over this collective effort to hold this ground for the sake of survival, and find strength coming from the common ground under all our feet.
Mitkuye Oyasin - We are ALL related

On Monday November 20th the Public Utilities Commission of Nebraska voted 3 for and 2 against the Keystone pipeline extension. The alternative route chosen proves to be more expensive for TransCanada, requiring them to seek new easements to run the pipeline through landowners’ property—according to some reports they are ready for them. Tribes, farmers, ranchers and a growing number of grass roots organizations are ready to fight for every point of social and environmental justice, including:
• A full EIS, Environmental Impact Statement
• Respect for cultural artifacts
​• Deeper review of infrastructural plans 
• The divestment campaigning is continuing and effective


A gathering of Tribes, landowners, and supporting organizations and individuals convened in Lower Brule, South Dakota that weekend to sign the International Treaty to Protect the Sacred Against Tarsands and the KXL Pipeline, for the second time. The first signing happened in 2013, by over 150 Tribes in the US and Canada, including Nations all along the KXL route in Alberta, Montana, North & South Dakota and Nebraska.

Mother Earth threw a sucker punch at the TransCanada on the eve of this decision, November 16th, when the Keystone Line 1 spilled a reported 220,000 gallons of oil in a field just 20 miles west of the Lake Traverse Reservation—home of the Sisseton Wahpeton Oyate.

The outcome of the decision on KXL by the commission continues to reveal the failure of turning the US government and regulatory authorities into extensions of corporate America, or disempowering them. This is all an exercise of focused power, and fiscal influence. For many Americans there is a stubborn resolution to stick to what they have been conditioned to be familiar with.

In the middle of this sleepy insanity that passes as “common sense,” a greater reality is emerging—a real desire to survive that transcends the short-term solutions that continue to lead us further into exploitative destruction as a species. More and more communities are paying attention, and making the decision to be humane, to be good neighbors to one another. People are standing up and standing together.

How does we consciously hold space for someone, even if we have no training?
Everyone following a few simple guidelines can be of valuable, and much needed, support.
​
The recent fires in California, the hurricanes that swept through the south-eastern part of the United States, the random shootings and the many other disasters and crisis we've been seeing have affected countless people. The chances are slim that you don't have a person in your life who isn't experiencing some degree of Post Traumatic Stress, or currently in the midst of a trauma-situation.

It is difficult to know how to reach out and help loved ones when they’re struggling. The range of emotions that they are going through can be overwhelming for them and for those around them. One of the most important things you can do for them is to consciously hold space for the process they are experiencing, and hold love in that space, patiently. 

You will want to know why they are hurting, so that you can help them address the pain.
Pause. This will require you to draw on personal strength. Putting pressure on a person to talk through their feelings before they are ready can actually make it worse. 

Think for a moment about what is driving you to ask. To relieve your own discomfort or theirs?
Often times we will individually search for a solution, so that the moment can pass and everyone can “get back to normal.” After this much national trauma, we’re going to need to consciously work on ourselves and support our loved ones and our communities, as “returning to normal” is no longer possible. Our new state of ‘normal’ must include the awareness that everyone is experiencing, or affected by some level of trauma.

Holding space for a loved one to process means that you stay present with them and listen when they are ready to talk. If they aren’t, just hang out and hold love in your heart for them, for the family they’re connected to, and the community that is also affected. 

Draw on strength from within.
- If you are inclined to pray, do so silently while sitting in proximity to your loved one. 
- You can imagine drawing on strength from the earth, up through your feet and into your heart, and mind.
- Or simply focus on your breath, while they speak or sit in silence, and imagine the comfort you wish for them. Imagine the good feelings you’ve shared together before this happened, and just FEEL that.

Be a good listener. 
If your loved one chooses to share with you, clear your mind of expectations or any judgement. If advice comes to mind, pause… sit with it and continue listening. Consciously ask yourself if your advice is for them, or to ease your own discomfort. If it is sincerely for them, and they are receptive, offer it. If you offer a suggested action, be prepared to act on it. This might involve giving them a ride someplace, or helping them locate some contact information for a resource. 

​Be patient and open. 
The experience can come back to them repeatedly, and they may need to talk through it many times. This is an important part of the healing process, and it is vital to avoid the temptation to tell them to move on.

Written with integrated experience by MK, an independent creative, currently in the Dakotas for a second winter, still Standing.

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Initial idea forwarded from:
https://www.helpguide.org/…/p…/helping-someone-with-ptsd.htm

by jul bystrova

Standing Rock has been a compelling symbol for our times, partly because I believe it is a microcosm of what is going on nationally.

What I see in the camps is a heightened social mix of love, fear, confusion and amazing courage and prayer while people are trying to hold true to the overall intention. Many have and are falling into distress because of their own trauma, and are not able to clearly be a support. This is part of the package when resistance is called upon and change is imperative for the survival of a community.

Those who are able to help the most are those who have been able to stay calm and focused and not give their attention away to drama and conflict. They will need to have done and are doing a lot of healing on themselves in order to be this way. The land, the ceremonies and the prayers invite a supportive healing opportunity for those who can receive.

The lessons learned there are the lessons that can be applied now to all of us as a whole.

These words are from my heart to yours, so here goes:

The most important thing we can do today and everyday to help the world and all it's insanity: Meditate.

Meditate in whatever way or mode that works for you whether its a simple walk in nature or a full on sitting practice; even just 5 minutes out of your day will do wonders.

Meditation is the prescription for living in a fear based culture. Decisions and reactions made from panic and anxiety are not helpful at the least or lethal at the worst.

Meditation helps unwind your nervous system and changes your biochemisty in a way that supports your overall health and well being. A balanced and relaxed state is a much better place to make decisions from as you are more likely to be responding to events instead of reacting. Most people today (and you can certainly see this in so much social media) are running at a high level of anxiety. This is understandable. Our animal body is triggered and switches into survival mode. Look at your life and those around you. Are you in actual immediate threat? If not, then it is imperative that you find a way to calm your nervous system if you want to find balance.

Taking a break from the news can really help.

Survival mode is not a good place to be making long term decisions for the safety of our families and our communities. What happens, and we see this all the time, is we get swept into fearmongering which can lead into mass hysteria if it isn't stopped.

I understand that the opposite fear is that if we ignore the threats and become complacent, it could be much worse---and it is from that place we sound the alarms. Many of us come from the intention to be informed and not complacent or in denial and we should applaud and support this. I am in no way suggesting to meditate in order to promote denial. On the contrary, it is to be able to be constructive about the challenge before us.

What will work best for us as a collective is to:

• Be informed (but vet the sources!).
• Meditate
• Make a conscious decision on how to respond instead of looking at the whole and getting overwhelmed (which then paralyzes). Find what category of issue you can realistically help with.
• Connect with your communities and discuss ways to help.
• Encourage everyone to stay calm and do self-care.
• Organize with others to make a positive difference.
• Meditate daily to keep this calm foundation, as there is fearmongering about us to throw us off.
• Try to moderate your intake of the entire challenge so you don't go into overwhelm and fear.
• Stand strong in what you know to be true in your heart. Know that that is your anchor.

I think whatever your politics may be, we can all agree that it was a tough election, and a very tough couple of weeks following the election. If you read the news, you may have noticed the upsurge in hate crimes related to race and religion, which is horrifying and disheartening. And while it can be easy for some people to say "look on the bright side," "don't let the negativity affect you," "let's talk about more pleasant things," I tend to notice that those very people are least likely to be affected by any sweeping changes that may occur under a new presidency. Maybe we could try a different kind of Monday Mindfulness, where rather than (or in addition to) engaging in our own awareness and our own bodies, we extend that very mindfulness to others. And let that mindfulness extend to action. Let's talk to each other. Let's support each other. Whoever you voted for, there were reasons you did so. Let's try to understand each other's reasons. And let's try to remember we are all human, and we crave understanding and sympathy from other humans. This is not the time to "move on" or "talk about something else," but neither is it the time for negativity. Rather, let's reflect on what we can do to make what's happening in our country better. And don't forget to breathe deeply and engage with where you are right this very minute. You'll never be in this moment again. 

Remember the TV Show Mash? Think Mash for inner battles and challenged bodies, in severe cold, and add to the group of Doctors an eclectic assortment of amazing holistic, herbal and hands-on healers... and you start to picture our medic camp. There are many seriously bad-ass activists here with beautiful hearts. Intense, healing on all levels. Spiritual war zone. Healing anchor for our cause.

I’m sure you’re familiar with that nerve-wracking period of time leading up to a big change. If it’s a sad or otherwise negative change, you may be dreading the change but also sick of waiting for it to occur; you’d rather just get it over with. And a positive change can also cause a strange mix of emotions. There is the anxiety over any kind of change, coupled with the anticipation of new and wonderful circumstances, and the promise of improvement. But there is also uncertainty and fear, and in the absence of those there may still be a degree of stomach turning nervousness.
I know that for myself, leading up to a challenging task of landmark event in my life--positive or negative--I am a bundle of nerves and can hardly sit still. Then afterwards, I am usually in a mildly euphoric state of relaxation coming down from the high of nervousness. I would prefer to have a bit more stability when it comes to these changes, or at least some of them. Highs and lows and the extremes of those are valuable and inspiring, but a bit much to deal with on the regular. The source of those nerves can be a lack of experience or familiarity, say if the upcoming event is a new challenge for me and one I haven’t undertaken previously (such as a big presentation or planning an event), and hopefully as the challenge repeats itself, those nerves start to quiet down. However, what to do in the meantime? How to live your life with these ups and downs, while also being mindful?
For me, I try to remind myself to be in the moment. Two weeks leading up to the event/change/challenge/etc., I may start to get really nervous whenever I think about it. So I try to remind myself: “You have plenty of time to be nervous about this next week. Wait until then.”
Then when “next week” rolls around, I remind myself, “You’re going to be nervous about this the day before. But you’re going to be prepared. You have time to prepare yourself and get ready for the day this change comes.” And the night before, naturally, I’m practically a basket case. So I try to do things that tire out my body and distract my mind: yoga, the gym, a movie I love, a book, a home improvement project, a night out with a friend. So for me, the process seems to be: try not to worry and just live your life→ prepare→ PREPARE→ try to relax and keep your mind and worries at bay and also sleep! → THE DAY → whew, that was totally fine. Maybe next time I won’t worry so much…
    What are your processes for dealing with change? Do you try to shape them or do you let them shape you? ​