The Talking Stick


Today I’m picking up the talking stick. In a little while, it will go to someone else–maybe you.

You know that the talking stick is a Native American practice. It’s a physical item, a decorated stick that gives the one holding it the right to talk. The others do not interrupt, make snide comments, or argue. After the first speaker is complete, the stick passes to the next person who wishes to use it.

In the warmth of the campfire, we can tell our secrets. We can share our dreams.

The talking stick gives us time and a platform to say our piece.

Others may disagree with our statements, that’s okay, they will have their turn.

This morning when I saw the stick lying on the floor vibrating as though it had been electrified, I knew it was my turn, yet with quivering hand, I picked up the stick.

I wondered if the group would throw me out. I feared ridicule and laughter. You don’t know what you’re talking about, some might say. You’re crazy, says another.

Wait, you will have your turn.

I knew that there was a truth buried deep within me from old times, from ancient cultures, from present teachers, and from my own experience. And I know we must share what we have gained from the privilege of living on this beautiful planet. (If you don’t value this planet watch “This Strange Rock,” on Netflix and see how our earth daily fights for us.)

After a while, we see each other for who we are—we are The Wisdom Seekers.

While I love motivational speakers and hold dear wise words from people more learned than me, I know that most people do not have an Instagram life. All of our pictures aren’t rosy, and all of our experiences aren’t grand.

We see so many photo shopped images it’s hard to tell the untouched from the touched. Most of us don’t have the bodies, face, skin, or hair of those beautiful people we see presented on media sites. (Don’t read fashion magazines, it will just make you feel ugly–unless you are the enlightened soul l think you are, and can see behind the makeup,)

When Lucy Hone’s spoke on Ted Talk about “Resilient People,” she asked her audience questions such as, “Have you ever had your heart broken?” “Have you ever been in an accident, had surgery, broken a bone, know someone who had cancer. watched a loved one die?” Soon the entire audience was standing.

While some people walk on hot coals to prove then can, most everyone has walked through the fire of life.

Therefore, our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to learn some mastery skills.

I’m not promising anything on these pages except mastery over life (Haha, I’m kidding.) I’m offering a romp through some experiences, insights, and stories that will shine light in dark places, and glow briliantly on others.

If you are drawn to this site you, I suspect that you, too, are a Wisdom Seeker.

Take what you will from the following pages. Add your own, and know that I love you,


“And what would you do,” the Master said unto the multitude, If God spoke directly to your face and said, ‘I COMMAND THAT YOU BE HAPPY IN THE WORLD AS LONG AS YOU LIVE,’ What would you do then?”

And the multitude was silent, not a voice, not a sound was heard upon the hillsides, across the valleys where they stood.”

–Richard Bach, Illusions


My purpose here is to throw some rock salt on your snowy trail so you won’t slip and fall. You see, you’re getting close to the Sacred Mountain–that skim of snow tells us so.

I’m happy you decided to join me. Having company makes trudging up the mountain so much easier.

If you would sign I would love to know with whom I’m traveling. (Not a prerequisite for pursuing this site.)

Items you will encounter on the following pages:

  • One True thing
  • Let’s Create
  • .Name Your PIrice
  • Laugh at the irony of It
  • Come on Baby Light My Firee
  • Wordlessness
  • Sacret Mountain

The Frogs site is a chat room in the wilds, such as Hot Dog Guy set up on the Island at the Y in the road. Except here we won’t have to place a canopy over the cart when it rains, so you will stay high and dry as will your hot dog.

Why were his hot dogs the best?

It’s in the book.

What did the lady sifting sand tell me about “Aloha?” That’s in the book too.

Buying the book would benefit my mother–oh, she’s in heaven, but smiling, my kids, they’re here, my dog, cats, chickens–yep they would be fed, but mainly my publishing company.



To continue either use the menu at the top of the page or click here to go to Chapter one.