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Thursday, July 11, 2013
American Indian children are the country's most at-risk population,
Bill Reid
CARVED BY BILL REID
UNIVERSITY OF BRITISH COLUMBIA
MUSEUM OF ANTHROPOLOGY
Link: http://ravenlifebycarmenmandel.blogspot.ca/2011/02/mythology.html
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Pray to the morning sun.
Long ago, when all people and animals spoke the same tongue, there was only one tobacco plant in all the world. From far and wide, did they come for their tobacco. All was well, until the greedy Dagul’ku geese stole the plant and flew far to the south with it.
Read more the Legend of Hummingbird brings back Tobacco http://bit.ly/14y7i31 #NativeLegends
Source: https://www.facebook.com/native.encyclopedia
Trixter
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Tuesday, July 9, 2013
BE MINDFUL NOW
LOST
Stand still.
The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still.
The forest knows Where you are.
You must let it find you.
An old Native American elder story rendered into modern English by David Wagoner, in The Heart Aroused - Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America by David Whyte, Currency Doubleday, New York, 1996.
Johnny Cash - Apache Tears
Uploaded May 15, 2008
from "Bitter Tears"
Hoof prints and foot prints deep ruts the wagons made
The victor and the loser came by here
No head stones but these bones bring Mascalero death moans
See the smooth black nuggets by the thousands laying here
Petrified but justified are these Apache tears
Dead grass dry roots hunger crying in the night
Ghost of broken hearts and laws are here
And who saw the young squaw they judged by their whiskey law
Tortured till she died of pain and fear
Where the soldiers lay her back are the black Apache tears
The young men the old men the guilty and the innocent
Bled red blood and chilled alike with fears
The red men the white men no fight ever took this land
So don't raise the dust when you pass here
They're sleeping and in my keeping are these Apache tears
lyrics written by Peter LaFarge
(son of Oliver LaFarge, familiar to us now for "Laughing Boy")
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_La...
...I could keep adding link after link for background and references, but here's an example of tech being a wonderful thing: you can too :)
Category - Music
License - Standard YouTube License
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4StneDiV30
Sunday, July 7, 2013
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