medicine for day HOUR OF POWER (Jamie Sams) Ritual of joy

In 24 hours I will be on a 6 day vision quest in the Pennsylvania Mountains at a small humble 17 by 17foot hermitage with no internet or cell phone. I am choosing a 40 hour fast to connect and water and fruits for the remaining 4 days.

I often did these types of sabbaticals, retreats when I lived in Wisconsin to connect to Spirit.

As this is the first stay in the Pennsylvania hermitage it feels different and almost ritualistic. You see its been 2 months since I relocated to the Penn State area to be closer to the great university I have been accepted to. As I work towards my Masters in Psychology of Leadership a lot of doors have opened. I have loved horses since I could breath and equine therapy combined with my Psychology degree is an obvious choice for my career path.

I have started volunteering at Horses of Hope about 45 minutes from my lovely home in Centre Hall PA. The mission of the non profit is in line with what my life’s work is to be. I wish to be a part of it until I breathe my last.

Today as I drew a medicine card the hour of power came to me and I felt it necessary to share.

Hour of Power


All human beings have their own internal timing. Some are very quick to accomplish a daily task while others are more methodical. Some people have a slow metabolic rate and others have food seemingly run through their bodies. The thought processes of some are lightening quick and others are graced with the patience of examination. These examples of personal timing are some of the things that make us unique and different from one another.

So it Is that each person also has an hour of power during a days cycle. Every person feels more connection with a certain time of day or evening. For some it may be just before sunrise when the world is still and quiet and the fading darkness is about to greet Grandfather Sun. For others it may be 3:00 or 4:00am when the stirrings of life are totally quiet and entering the silence is easier. For some it may be high noon when Grandfather Sun is at his peak and is flooding his love and warmth on all Creation. For others it may be sunset, the days transition into starry wonder. For all people, their special time of day or evening is their hour of power.

My thoughts on the teaching

For me I love the cool darkness of night at midnight to two am or exactly at the sunrise whenever that happens in the year. In these moments I seek a moment to connect to that which is greater than me. The messiah, the mother the father…whomever.

As I start to mentally prepare for tomorrows trip to the hermitage I am filled with gratitude for my life today. I am in love with the same man as I was four years ago, we are not currently together but that does not change my feelings for him. I am two classes into my Masters Program at Penn State and I am living in a beautiful part of the country.

As I approach the silence for six days I want to let go of all expectations of what I am supposed to experience. I want to just be in each moment and each breathe as I experience it.


Saturdays Seeds by MKSpryte…. keep moving


                                                                                                                                                                                                                  A Harley Davidson revs outside my window. I live along a highway in Centre Hall Pennsylvania. A change from the quiet cul de sac I lived on in Green Bay Wisconsin. I like the change, I love the mountains which surround me. I am nestled in a valley between great Appalachians, Tussey, Mount Nittany, Bald Mountain, Broad Mountain, Spruce Mountain, and Little Mountain just to name a few. These gargantuan mounds of rock and trees which surround me. The site of the landscape along instills gratitude in my heart yet reminds me of how small I am. I think of my lover whom I separated from and wished to  marry. I think about the girls death and the choices in my life which followed. I settle on the present moment and witness the grandness of Penn State University as I study in the Paterno Library, named for its benefactor Joe Paterno. The short drive to the University is 11 miles from the two bedroom house I share with one of my best friends Lisa who travelled with me to this new State. I park my car about a mile and a half from campus and walk the distance to the University where I can be found studying most days within one of my favorite coffee shops or the long tables with the green lamps on the second floor of Library. A turn of events which led me here have been mulled over in my mind for days. The acceptance letter from PENN State, the lack of response from the man I love to stay, the house my mom gave to my step brother to rent that I wanted to purchase, the termination from my 50 thousand a year job. It all added to me moving here. Of course, the relationship with the man still may happen, only time will tell, the house can be bought here in PA and I have accepted a new job with the Pennsylvania Higher Education Association Agency to start in October.

A semi drives by down shifting from coming towards the mountain…..


Wednesdays writings by MK Spryte rudeness

Wednesday writing by M.K. Spryte

“Wodens day”

Rudeness in society has been researched for decades. In Europe they are looking at the journey from rudeness to refinement in order to have a better society. When human beings live together in a community being short or dismissive to another person creates tension. The person becomes offended and treats the other person with disdain or contempt. The person misunderstands the others intentions or is just unwillingly to look beyond their own low self esteem or inability to act in a healthy way. Writing about European men and women Gilbert Stuart (1797) one of the 18th century master portrait artist from Rhode Island writes, “One would fancy it notwithstanding, confident with reason, to imagine, that the sexes, in every period of society, are important to each other; and that the member of a rude community, as well as a prohibited citizen, is susceptible of tenderness and sentiment. He/she is a stranger, indeed, to the metaphor of love, and to the fopperies of gallantry; but his/her heart cannot be undeniable to a healthy person (Stuart, 1797).

In a study conducted with undergraduate students on the hypothesis of being kind to someone, in comparison to being harsh, would lead to the self-perception of greater liking for the target of kindness (Schopler & Compere, 1971). So can we assume when a person is harsh to us that they indeed have a dislike towards us? Another point is this dislike a constant or dependent on the situation. As a person who believes more in cognition than environmental factors effecting a person’s attitude or reactions, I would say the person has an underlying dislike for the individual in which the harshness or kindness is directed too. The hypothesis was confirmed. Additional measures suggest that the effect was not mediated by distorting actual task success in line with evaluative direction of the behavior or by the ease of enacting the kind acts (Schopler & Compere, 1971).

According to 100 year old etiquette rules there are ways to not be rude in public, at the dinner table, and in the company of the opposite sex. The way we treat a person in different situations is a tell tale of our feelings towards them.

In the past year I have worked hard to curve my tongue, to not speak rudely when hurt or offended. This is an ongoing area of growth for me and one I work on constantly it is not an easy thing to look at yourself and know you have a long way to go, however seeing how far I have come I have no complaints.


Schopler, J., & Compere, J. S. (1971). Effects of being kind or harsh to another on liking. Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 20(2), 155-159. doi:http://dx.doi.org/10.1037/h0031689

Stuart, Gilbert. A view of society in Europe, in its progress from rudeness to refinement: or, inquiries concerning the history of law, government, and manners. By Gilbert Stuart, … A new edition. Basil,  1797. Eighteenth Century Collections Online. Gale. CIC Penn State University. 22 July 2015


Tuesday thought

Tuesdays Thoughts from MK Spryte

Centre Hall Pennsylvania, 11 miles from State College has been my home for 15 days.
I am happy, at peace, and so blessed.
I received my acceptance letter from PENN State University for my Masters in Professional Studies of Psychology of Leadership on St Patrick’s Day, my immediate reaction was
“I’m moving to Happy Valley”!
and then my spirit reminded me I was an Insurance agent and making 50k a year….
However, the Spirit heard me…I was fired on April 6th from job..yay!!
On May 16th Lisa and I started talking after a 16 month sabbatical and we decided to travel to Pennsylvania to find a house and prepare to move for July 1st…
We met with Eric at a lovely 2 bedroom home in Centre Hall just 11 miles from the University…and signed out lease…for JUNE 1ST!
So the Spirit has blessed me with my one of my best friends as well as a home and a job at the nearby country club.
It has been an absolute amazing 3 weeks.
I can not begin to express the gratitude…the peace…the wonderful change that has happened to me.
I was very afraid to be away from Lisa Ewald, Kamm, my mom, gramma, sister, Nicole, tilly, and green bay in general.
Now that I am here and settled in and working I would not go back to Wisconsin for other people or places, I will walk this path and continue to grow and enjoy it.
What we believe we are is what we are.
Our perception of ourselves defines our interactions and journey in this realm. In my opinion leaping in faith and taking the path that is difficult is a necessity to encounter the joy and true blessings the CREATOR has in store for us…


39 years in the making…

“What the f%ck is wrong with you, you f#%kin idiot?”
Loving words from my Uncle in response to a question I asked him about a broken garage door.
Verbal abuse at it’s finest. In the past I allowed it, went along with it, and felt like less than human for hours, sometimes days after.
However, two days ago when this happened, I walked away.
I did not mouth off, I did not cry, I did not curse him out and start acting all gangsta, I did not feel inadequate or bad.
What a relief!
Miracles do happen!
Instead, I prayed for him, in my heart I immediately asked Spirit to forgive him for being so angry, mean, unaware, uncaring and not awakened. I said my good bye to my grand mother whose home I was at raking leaves and I left.
Without a scene, I left.
I did not cry in the car as I drove away.
I smiled. I thanked the GREAT SPIRIT that allowed me to love, live, forgive and be genuinely happy, clean.
Positivity and light fill my Spirit and my soul is cleansed, finally.
39 years old and I can finally not let negative and abusive words from family hurt me.
(from my uncle)
My brother or father saying these words to me may not be as easily handled. I am a work in progress I am not perfect.


Mondays Mourning for Menasha

Mondays Mourning for Menasha
Written by M.K.Spryte (B.S. Psychology)

Since I heard the news early this morning I have been saddened, heavy, deep in prayer, and thought. My prayers are towards the mother, Erin Stoffel at the hospital recovering from three gunshot wounds, mourning the death of her husband, Jonathan, and her daughter Olivia(11).

I love to walk on trails in Green Bay and the Fox Valley, I have been on the Trestle Trail many times. The wrong place at the wrong time seems to be the feeling of the sad and tragic deaths in Menasha, Wisconsin.
The Milwaukee Journal Sentinel started an article with these words: “A father and his 11-year-old daughter were among the three people killed when a man upset over a broken engagement opened fire Sunday night in Menasha, police said at a news conference Monday (Jones,2015).
I watched the news conference in the sitting area at the Westside YMCA with about five other women in Green Bay, Wisconsin about 30 minutes from Menasha where the incident happened. We were standing around the television in the corner, silent, quiet, hanging on every word the Dr. spoke and the Chief of police spoke. Fear, shock, the age of innocence over? Words were mixed together in my mind as I immediately placed myself in the ex girlfriend of the shooters heart and gave her strength, whispering to her spirit “this is not your fault”. A moment later I rushed in Spirit to the hospital where Erin is recovering, whispered strength to her and the nurses who are caring for her. Another silent prayer left my lips to the two surviving children Ezra and  sister Selah who were unharmed, thank you Heavenly Father.
I know in times of darkness and tragedy we come together and we must now as a community and not allow this incident to cause fear to keep us from our trails. There is a go fund me account set up by the families that has raised over 40,000 dollars in 9 hours.
I have had tragedy in my life the five girls who were struck by a car in October of 1988 were friends and the feelings are the same. The why, the how could this happens and the fear….

Prayers to the Menasha Community, I lived there for three years when I attended school at the University of Wisconsin Fox Valley.
#stoffelfamily #Menashapd

The audio of the police conversation is professional, well handled and within five minutes dispatch had on call coming.