John Lame Deer Quotes

But even a medicine man like myself has to have some money, because you force me to live in your make-believe world where I can’t get along without it.

John Lame Deer

Listen to the air. You can hear it, feel it, smell it, taste it.

Woniya wakan—the holy air—which renews all by its breath.

Woniya, woniya wakan—spirit, life, breath, renewal—it means all that. Woniya—we sit together, don’t touch, but something is there; we feel it between us, as a presence.

A good way to start thinking about nature, talk about it. Rather: talk to it, talk to the rivers, to the lakes, to the winds as to our relatives.

John Lame Deer

The world in which you paint a picture in your mind, a picture which shows things different from what your eyes sees, that is the world from which I get my visions. I tell you this is the real world.

John Lame Deer

Pooh Sticks.

©2021 Michael Raven

With running rivulets developing from the snowmelt of the cloudless day, Sean thought it might be time to paint up some toothpicks and teach the kids a modified version of Pooh Sticks. He thought he might even let someone else win most of the races…

Brother Wolf; Sister Moon//The Cult

Embrace the wind with both arms
Stop the clouds dead in the sky
Hang your head no more
And beg no more
Brother wolf and sister moon
Your time has come

I’m in a Cult mood this week, although more in the mood for the early side of their music. Wild Hearted Son was the exception, but I’ve been feeling the urge to stream me some Love, Dreamtime and Electric.

While I like rocking out to the later music, the earlier tunes resonate with me more — quite possibly because of the Native American references in the lyrics, but the music seems a little less produced and I’m always a sucker for a lesser produced feel in my musical tastes instead of over-production (see: Replacements, Hüsker Dü, Cure circa Seventeen Seconds and Faith, Joy Division, early J&MC, early E&tB, etc.). I can appreciate higher production techniques, my ear just seems to like the empty spaces and raw feeling of music with less production.

If anything, I think digital music production has killed some of the raw sounds we used to hear from bands — which may seem odd, considering that I exclusively write music digitally these days, but that is because I am a solo “band” and I’ve always been better at constructing music than physically playing it (especially with my rheumatoid arthritis, which makes playing an exercise in torture some days).

Anyway — enjoy.


©2021 Michael Raven

wolf dog brother
red rock tender
mother womb belly
raven sweating
sister of
the moon

with face to the wind
arms held out
we fly
we fly
night wind we

kiss the sun/

©2021 Michael Raven

i close my eyes and
fall across the windsong
flying spiritsingingsingsing
the sun on at my back
tall grass plains desert
rolling sage blonde mother hair
waves in the dry dirt sea
sandstone and riverbed
windsong mother
skysong father
relations all
around me
kiss the

Crazy Horse

Crazy Horse dreamed and went into the world where there is nothing but the spirits of all things. That is the real world that is behind this one, and everything we see here is something like a shadow from that one.

Black Elk, Black Elk Speaks: Being the Life Story of a Holy Man of the Oglala Sioux

My friend, why should you wish to shorten my life by taking from me my shadow?

Crazy Horse, to army surgeon Dr. Valentine T. McGillycuddy, who tried to take a photograph of him