EquiSol Healing Center

11/09/2025

What a world that could be 🌿🤍

11/09/2025

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11/08/2025

At the EquiSol Healing Center we work with the 7 sacred directions. The Place of the North is kept by Bison and is the Place of Gratitude. The indigineous people used every part of the Bison to sustain them

Tatáŋka — the buffalo — holds a sacred place in Lakota culture. 🦬✨
More than an animal, Tatáŋka was a relative and provider.
• Its flesh nourished the people
• Its hide became típi coverings, clothing & moccasins
• Its bones and sinew became tools — awls, needles, bowls, and more
Tatáŋka represents wówačhaŋtognaka — generosity — giving everything so the people could live.
Learn more about this powerful cultural connection ⬇️
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11/07/2025

The Bear Who Carried the Stars

There was once a bear so old that even the mountains could not remember the time before him. He was called Orun, meaning the silent flame. His fur shimmered in the colors of the cosmos—deep indigo, streaked with fire and light, as if he carried a piece of the universe upon his back.

Orun lived beyond the northern winds, where the sky touched the edge of creation. Each winter, when the earth froze and the stars drew close, he would rise from his slumber and walk beneath the night sky. The other creatures said he was searching for something—something lost when the world was young.

No one dared to ask him what it was.

But one night, as the auroras danced and the snow whispered like silk, a small fox followed his tracks. The fox was young, reckless, and curious—unafraid of legends. “Great Bear,” he called out, his voice trembling like wind against ice, “why do you walk beneath the stars alone? What do you seek in the silence?”

Orun stopped. His breath rose like mist and lingered, glowing faintly with starlight. For a long time, he said nothing. Then, in a voice deep as thunder and gentle as snow, he answered:

“I am not seeking the stars, little one. I am carrying them.”

The fox tilted his head, confused. “Carrying them? But the stars belong to the sky.”

The bear looked upward, and the universe seemed to ripple through his fur. “Once,” he said, “they did. But there was a time, long ago, when darkness tried to swallow the heavens. The stars began to fall—one by one—burning out before they touched the earth. The world grew cold. The rivers forgot how to sing. The hearts of living things turned to frost.”

His eyes glowed faintly, reflecting constellations the fox had never seen. “So I gathered what light remained. I caught the falling stars and kept them close, so their warmth would never die. Each spark I carry is a memory of what once was—a promise that the night will never win completely.”

The fox stared, his tiny heart aching with something he did not understand. “Does it not hurt, Great Bear, to carry the fire within you?”

Orun smiled, a slow and ancient smile. “Yes,” he said. “But to carry pain is to carry purpose. Light does not live without the dark to cradle it. We are both.”

And with that, the bear lifted his great head, and the sky opened above him. From the depths of his chest, a gentle glow began to rise—stars shimmering like tears—spilling into the heavens until the firmament blazed anew.

When dawn came, the fox was alone again. The snow was marked only by the fading shape of a pawprint—vast and luminous, like a constellation pressed into the earth.

That morning, for the first time, the fox looked up and saw the stars still burning in the daylight, faint but unyielding.

From that day on, the animals of the north spoke of Orun, the Bear Who Carried the Stars. They said that whenever the world feels cold and endless, if you close your eyes and listen, you can still hear his heart beating in the sky—a deep, rhythmic pulse reminding all living things:

Even in the darkest night, someone is carrying the light for you.

11/04/2025

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10/27/2025

~ Lady Moon

10/23/2025

10/23/2025

Remember. Respect. Celebrate.

While we should take every opportunity to cultivate love, kindness, and compassion, Dia de Mu***os offers us an opportunity to celebrate not only the beautiful memories and lives of family and friends, but also to show generosity of heart by honoring those who died alone, without family or friends to remember them.

During these challenging times, let's also make the effort to remember fathers, mothers, children, and youth who died while crossing borders seeking a better life, some whose bodies may still lie undiscovered in deserts or mountains, also, for those who have been killed or died while in custody.

Your reverent prayers and candlelight will help guide them home to the Ancestors.

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October 27, for those who died alone without family to remember them. Also, animal companions. Light a white candle.

October 28, for those who died in an accident or other unexpected manner. Light a white candle.

October 29, for those who died by drowning. Light a white candle.

October 30, for those who died unidentified and without food. Light a white candle and place bread/food for them on the altar.

October 31 to November 1: Vigil and ofrenda dedicated to Infants, children, and those unable to be born. Candles, food, baby formula, a sippy cup with milk, or snacks appropriate to the age of the deceased.

November 2, Vigil for Adult dead. Customary offerings of candles, food, and beverages for adults.

November 3, Light one last candle, offer a prayer for their journey, thank them for their visit, say goodbye, and ask that they return next year. Mindfully, take down your altar. Food can be given to wildlife if suitable.

In honor of our most high and holy Ancestors and future generations of good ancestors.

🕯️Do not leave candles unattended.