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We pray that our children will not repeat our mistakes...We pray that we can respect the diversity of America; all life is sacred..... Every child born is a precious gift of our Creator...it is our scared trust to embrace children from all walks of life because we are of the same family. We pray that children will honor and respect their elders...that is where the Wisdom comes from; This respect will not allow forgotten elders. We are all equal with each having our own special gift to contribute... Read More
Women and Wolves A healthy woman is much like a wolf, strong life force, life-giving, territorily aware, intuitive and loyal. Yet seperation from her wildish nature causes a woman to become meager, anxious, and fearful. The wild nature carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories, dreams, words and songs. She carries everything a woman needs to be and know. She is the essence of the female soul... With the wild nature as ally and teacher, we see not through t... Read More
Mother, sing me a song...that will ease my pain...mend broken bones, bring wholeness again.... Catch my babies when they are born.....Sing my death song.....teach me how to mourn..... Show me the medicine of healing herbs...The value of Spirit...the way I can serve.... Mother heal my heart so I can see....The gifts of yours...that can live through me....... Read More
What has become of the word...Respect? Is there none left today? Is there nothing you would Honor? If we were diggin up YOUR cemeteries...what would you say? These bones of old may mean nothing to you, but herein resides, OUR ancestors. resting in these most sacred sites...We are here as their protectors. You say these roads and stores are progress...but it is not through your cemetery...you cross. Your people lie in complete rest...Ours is not your loss. You have driven us from OUR lands before... Read More
There once was a young Indian maiden who lived with her tribe in central Oklahoma. The young maiden was always cheerful and singing and was much loved by the people of her tribe. Then one night she became very ill. The Medicine Man could do nothing to make her well. When she died the Tribe was so grief stricken that they built huge altars made of small sandstone rocks as an offering to the Great Spirit. After several days the Great Spirit spoke and the sound of his voice turned the little red sa... Read More
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