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Red Cedar Circle at SPLAB, Dec 9 7P

October 8, 2011
Ryukan

Johnny Moses

Friday, October 6, Johnny Moses conducted his first Red Cedar Circle at SPLAB. We were honored to have this remarkable story-teller at SPLAB and delighted to host a Red Cedar Circle at 7PM Friday December 9 and the 2nd Friday each month through April, 2012. More on Johnny here.

Coast Salish songs and stories are featured, along with prayers and snacks. The public is welcome to attend and donations are gratefully accepted to help Johnny continue his work. ($5-$20 suggested). Johnny is a master storyteller, oral historian, traditional healer and respected spiritual leader. Johnny, whose traditional name is Whis.stem.men.knee (Walking Medicine Robe), carries the Si.Si.Wiss (sacred breath, sacred life) medicine teachings and healing ceremonies of his Northwest Coast people.

Please join us for the Red Cedar Circle at 7PM Friday December 9 and on the 2nd Friday of each month through April, 2012.

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