Sacred Ceremony 

Sacred Ceremony 

by Carolyn Glackin

It was on that night

When the moon was high

That I knew

The sacred ceremony

Soon was nigh

A primordial drumbeat

Filled the air

Old crow stood perched

Atop his lair

The Crone stood ready

Before the fire

That blazed as high

As a funeral pyre

She had herbs for smudging

As she called the Great Spirit

While the elders

Reminded the young

Not to fear it

The Crone glanced around

At the old and the young

And then began speaking

In her native tongue “Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!” she cried

To which we responded “Aho!” With great pride

She sang and she chanted

With feathers and beads

As we thanked the Great Spirit

For all his good deeds

The Medicine Woman

Came round to the ill

She gave herbs and blessings

Never any pills

We prayed for their health

And the welfare of all

All being equal

From mighty to small

This went on for some time

While the fire burned bright

With singing and dancing

Long into the night

But the small ones grew weary

And were taken to bed

Followed soon by the elders

So they could rest their heads

And finally the fire

Was nothing but embers

The drum had gone silent

As we tried to remember

When was it that man

Last had peace on earth?

Had we really been warring

Since the planet’s birth?

Over color and race?

Over thoughts disarrayed?

How could sisters and brothers

Treat each other this way?

We looked to the Crone

And she looked to the skies

Then she gazed back at us

With large tears in her eyes

“Wakanheja,” she said “They don’t know what they do”

“They’ve forgotten their truth”

“And their divinity too” “So what must we do?”

We asked the old Crone

She said: “Bring no harm to others.”

“Love each as your own.”

From that night ’til this

I kept that in my heart

I never learned to hate

And I’m not going to start

We all look a bit different

And use different words

Some have different Gods

Of which we may not have heard

But we are one race

And until we are dead

If you tear us apart

We ALL bleed red!
Aho Mitakuye Oyasin!


Blessed be!





¡Hina kachun!

*Words by Carolyn Glackin 

*Art by Susan Seddon Boulet 


Who’s Got Your Back?

As we learn to trust and rely on our inner wisdom, we are led to our highest good and we feel safe in the awareness that we have our own back. With that said, we are all here for each other, and no man/woman is an island. It behooves us to be humble enough to ask for help when needed and selfless enough to provide help when asked. 


Carolyn Glackin 

*All words are my own. 

*Image found on Google. 

*Owner/artist unknown. 

The Eyes of Love

There are no filters on the eyes of love. It sees clearly and focuses on the divine within. Divine love encompasses all. With divine love, it’s not exclusive only to family, children, friends, partners/spouses, etc. Divine love recognises the Beloved in all of creation and therefore can’t help but to love all that is living. May we all remember to regard one another in this way; for when we do, we are all picture perfect. 


Carolyn Glackin


I tend not to think in terms of ‘mine/theirs,’ ‘his/hers,’ ‘us/them,’ ‘our country/their country,’ ‘my people/their people.’ There is one world, one love, and one people. My heart, my mind, and my love know no borders; because despite the ongoing illusion/delusion of separation, all is one. We are all fashioned by the same hand of the same creator. We all possess the same spark of the divine. We are all the intricately, interwoven detail of All That Is. Each of us, both singularly and collectively, make up the I AM presence. We are one and the same. I AM of you as you are of me and together, we are All That Is. May we, as a people, wake up to the truth of this reality and embrace our oneness so that we may begin living in peace and unity. 

Love and blessings,

Carolyn Glackin
*All words are my own. 

*Photo found on Google.

Blessed Vessel

Each time a woman delivers a baby, she has taken part in the sacred act of birthing forth the Divine; i.e., giving rise to the Beloved in human form. We are the weavers of the fabric of life. 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mothers throughout the world! ❤
Love and blessings, 

*All words are my own. 
*Beautiful goddess mother artwork found on Pinterest. Artist unknown.

Benediction: A Lament of the Chronically Ill 

Benediction: A Lament of the Chronically Ill

by Carolyn Glackin
*Dedicated to those of us who struggle each day within the confines of a body plagued with illness.* 
This prison of skin and bone

Is my captor

Death my only hope of absolution 

Why have I done this to myself?

Who will help me seek my restitution?
Each new day arrives with aching horrors

An atrocity that never should unfold

These maladies that run all through my body 

A nightmare that’s perhaps best left untold
And how I long so badly to fly freely

So far beyond this dreaded mortal coil

And yet this is the very thing that’s needed 

To allow me to be with you for a while 
But never in this lifetime did I fathom

That I could conjure horrors such as this

And oh but if I could forsake it

Perhaps then I shall know eternal bliss 
The shackles of this vestige seem to taunt me

Remind me of a freedom I once knew 

In spirit form devoid of painful burdens

But then I couldn’t be here now with you
The song upon my lips a benediction 

As I beg my higher powers to set me free

To somehow let me live here in this body

With the peace that’s as of yet unknown to me
Each night as I am faced with each new morrow 

My body racked with weariness and pain

I tell myself the next day will be better

While knowing that my hopes are all in vain
But I know that there’s a lesson in this burden 

A wisdom meant to be revealed to me

And I hope that on the day I come to know it

That truth shall finally set this body free. 
Photo: Maren Kemp


As the world tumbles and toils with tumultuous trepidation, I seek refuge from the turmoil by going deeper within. Only the inner sanctum of the sacred heart can save me from the snare of evil that freely roams our hallowed earth both night and day. Only within can I hope to be spared from the soaring egos that assault one another without thought of the visceral carnage that lies in their wake. There too, I’m afforded the opportunity to remain unmasked and unveiled, unlike the bulk of my brethren who are both literally cloaked and metaphorically daggered. Safe harbors await each of us on this dark night of the soul. Simply follow the light within and stay put, dear ones. Stay put.

-Carolyn Glackin 

Art by Soufiane Idrassi of DeviantArt.