Peaceful Living in the Sky World

Theresa Bear Fox, the songwriter, dedicates "Sky World" to those who have lost a loved one.

There is a sacred peace I find when I watch the Sky World Video and reflect on the life and death of my son. It feels right that he is now part of the Sky World living with the same strength, flow, beauty, and joy as I experience in the power of this performance. —Mary Ann

Let’s put our minds together as one
And remember those who have passed on to the sky world
Their life duties are complete they are living peacefully
In the sky world, in the sky world
They will never be forgotten, no more pain, no more suffering
In the Sky World, In the Sky World

Ha io ho we iaa
Hana io ho we ia he
Io ha io ha io ho we
Hana io ho we ia he
Ha io ha io ho we
Hana io haioho we ia
Iooho we ia
We hana io ho we ia he

Their life duties are complete
They are living peacefully
In the Sky World
In the Sky World

Teio Swathe is the singer and the dance is performed by Christian Parrish Takes the Gun, an Apsáalooke rapper and dancer known professionally as Supaman. Supaman will discuss Native American issues through looping art and rap Tuesday, April 3 at 7 p.m. 2018 in the Mankato State University’s Centennial Student Union Ballroom. I'm thrilled that he is coming to Mankato and hope to bring him back next year for a performance of the Sky World. Supaman is a master of engagement with powerful rap lyrics that inspire personal growth and community compassion. 


What is my job now?

 Déva, Bernadette & Whiskers

Déva, Bernadette & Whiskers

Our son’s death was a difficult one. A room full of machines with tubes entering so many parts of his small body. He’d been diagnosed at two years old -- after many brain surgeries, radiation and chemotherapy – with only two weeks to live. So why, 12 years later, were we so unprepared to let go? Over those years we had looked death in the face so many times but still did not have the strength (or support) to understand how to prepare for anything but the next surgery. His last few days in the ICU, I remember trying to hold the oxygen mask onto his little face. It hurt and he continually pushed it away. Through my tears, I continually pushed the painful apparatus back. It was my job to keep him alive. Could he have gone home months earlier to be with his sister, his cat, and his loving family? Death came to Déva, as it will come to us all. What is my job now? To invite us to hold close the face of our mortality, so that we become skilled, familiar and better prepared to accept when it is time for our journey to end. To invite us to have the courage to imagine and prepare for how we’d like to achieve the fulfillment of our work here. To explore and practice befriending death as the sacred and beautiful mystery of life into which we all eventually surrender. Déva was a shining one. The gift of his death to me is the light that never dies.   -- Mary Ann, Déva's mom