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10/11/2026

🐢 Indigenous Peoples' Day 12 October 26 🌱

Indigenous Peoples’ Day, observed on October 12, 2025, is a time to recognize the history, culture, and ongoing contributions of Indigenous peoples across the United States.  The day serves as a response to Columbus Day, shifting the focus from colonization to survival, self-determination, and th...

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09/17/2026

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THE LIVING EARTH
Spirit of Balance and Ancient Wisdom

Beneath the whisper of the silver moon,
Where ocean waves embrace the shore,
An ancient guardian walks the earth,
Carrying stories forevermore.

Upon the rocks beside the waters,
Where forests breathe and mountains stand,
A timeless spirit rests in silence,
The keeper of the sacred land.

Its shell holds rivers, skies, and forests,
The memories of ages past,
The songs of creatures, winds, and oceans,
The wisdom that forever lasts.

Within its back, the earth is written,
By hands unseen and spirits old,
With sacred lines and ancient symbols,
A story more precious than gold.

The turtle moves with gentle patience,
No need to race, no need to fight,
For true strength lives in quiet moments,
And peace can be the greatest might.

It carries storms, it carries seasons,
It carries dreams of those before,
A world upon its ancient shoulders,
A heart connected to the shore.

O guardian of the endless oceans,
Teach our souls to slow and see,
That every mountain, tree, and river,
Belongs to one great harmony.

And when the moon reflects on waters,
When stars awaken in the night,
The ancient turtle keeps reminding —
The Earth survives through love and light.
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09/12/2026

The Turtle Who Carries the Moon’s Memory

Beneath the silver breath of ancient waters,
A sacred turtle travels through the endless night.
Carrying the dreams of the first ancestors,
She moves where the rivers meet the spirit world.

The moon watches quietly above the waves,
Painting her shell with forgotten stories.
Each mark upon her back holds a memory,
Each journey carries the voice of the elders.

A daughter of the earth rests upon her guardian,
Listening to the heartbeat beneath the ocean.
Her hair follows the wind of generations,
Her soul follows the path of the stars.

The turtle whispers songs older than mountains,
The sea answers with a thousand voices.
Ravens fly across the sacred sky,
Bringing messages from those who came before.

Through storms and silence, the spirit remains strong,
Through darkness, the ancestors light the way.
The waters remember every prayer ever spoken,
The earth remembers every soul that honored her.

“Walk gently upon this world,
For the spirits of the past still walk beside you.”

08/29/2026

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Libertarian candidate Holly M. Butler has announced her campaign for the Wyoming House of Representatives in House District 54, offering voters a choice focused on individual liberty, limited government, personal responsibility, and constitutional principles. Butler is running as a Libertarian candi...

08/21/2026

Owner Holly Butler will be on the Ballot in November.

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08/11/2026

Grandmother Turtle and the Sky Within

She carries the seasons on her back
and the memory of stars in her bones.

Before the first fire was named,
before the rivers learned their songs,
Grandmother Turtle rose from the deep silence
with the old world resting gently on her back.

In her shell lived the turning of time—
winter breathing in silver frost,
spring opening her pink hands to the earth,
autumn scattering amber prayers through the trees,
and summer pouring gold across the pines.

She moved slowly,
but her slowness was sacred.
For the elders knew
that what travels close to the earth
hears what the hurried heart cannot.

Above her, the heavens spiraled—
a great wheel of stars,
a river of spirits,
a doorway of light beyond human sight.
And within her dark, shining eyes
slept the wisdom of moonlit waters
and the mystery of beginnings.

She was not only an animal.
She was a keeper.
A carrier of worlds.
A living prayer stitched together
with sky, stone, water, and breath.

The forests leaned toward her.
The mountains kept watch.
The flowers bloomed in her silence
as if they recognized an ancient relative.
Even the sun, proud and bright,
laid a warm hand upon her shell
and called her daughter of endurance.

The old ones say
that every season is a teaching.
Winter teaches stillness.
Spring teaches trust.
Summer teaches gratitude.
Autumn teaches release.
Grandmother Turtle carries them all
without complaint,
without fear,
without forgetting.

So when your spirit feels lost
beneath the noise of the world,
remember the sacred turtle.
Walk slower.
Listen deeper.
Let the stars return to your thoughts.
Let the earth steady your heartbeat.

For you were never separate
from the river,
from the forest,
from the turning sky.
You, too, are part of the great circle—
a small flame inside a larger mystery.

And somewhere beyond the last spoken prayer,
Grandmother Turtle still moves through the cosmos,
carrying blossoms, snow, sunlight, and stars,
whispering to those who are quiet enough to hear:

“Be patient with your path.
Honor the seasons within you.
The Creator hides wonders
inside all living things.”

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07/31/2026

The Turtle Who Carries the Stars

Before the first fire learned to speak,
the Great Turtle rose from silent water,
carrying mountains upon her shell
and the footprints of those who came before.

One side of her dreams beneath the stars,
where the river becomes a silver road
and the voices of the ancestors
travel softly through cedar and smoke.

The other side awakens with the sun,
where dancers lift their prayers to the sky,
and every drumbeat calls the spirit home
to the circle that has no ending.

At the center stands the sacred staff,
bound with feathers, earth, and memory—
a bridge between the world we touch
and the unseen world that watches us.

The turtle moves slowly, yet never forgets.
She remembers every campfire story,
every child who listened beside the water,
every name carried away by the wind.

When moonlight rests upon her ancient shell,
the four directions open like hidden doors,
and the river whispers one eternal truth:

We do not walk alone—
the land remembers,
the stars are listening,
and our ancestors still walk beside us.

🎨 Artist and author: Jay Stone

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