The Earth

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I remember when the earth was young,

she could breathe more easily,

and she did not carry the weight,

of so many sins.

She did not have to bare her shoulders,

to be loved,

and the people came from her heart,

living in their bones, in their spirit,

free to love her, and to thank her,

in return.

They did not live far from her heart.

I don’t know what will become,

of her, of us,

I just hope we will be clean,

when we are turned into nothing,

but dust,

when we return,

to her heart.

 

 

Note: This was created from thinking about First Nations people.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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Identity

via flicker

If I had a language, and a culture,

like the first people,

I would hold on to them,

close to my heart,

holding on with an iron grip,

and I would spend time,

with brothers and sisters, and cousins,

dancing, singing, feasting,

enjoying the creation, the life.

And if someone took,

my brothers, and sisters, and cousins,

from me, I would be angry,

if someone took my language,

my culture,

then and nowwho I am as a person,

away from me,

I would be angry,

if someone cut my hair,

cut off all our hair,

and threw it in the trash,

so we could look white,

I would be angry,

if someone put us in a school,

to practice being Christians,

to learn how to be white,

I would be angry.

Somehow though,girls in school

in order to survive,

I would have to let it go,

Somehow, I don’t know how,

but somehow,

I would have to learn,

how to forgive,

somehow.

Like Albert White Hat said,

“otherwise it will kill you”.

Forgive, somehow,

then I can be a real person, once again.

albert white hat

Note: This poem is about history, and in particular the boarding schools our nation forced First Nations people to go to. It was difficult to write.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

top image from pinterest, additional images from google

Lakota Music in the Wind

Snow Moon Tipi

When I hear the Lakota songs

the language,

I think of the wind pushing lodge smoke,

up into the sky,

and the hands of time reversed,

to when the earth was new,

not old and dirty.

Where mothers held their children,

singing lullabies,

and men sharpened their arrows,

dreaming of the next hunt,

food for the people.

Grandmothers, and grandfathers,

told stories then, teaching the people,

about love and honor.

There were no rifles yet,

and young children could run safely,

not worried about sickness or death,

medicine men, and medicine women, brought healing.

The people alive,

maybe it was not paradise,

but at least their spirits were free,

and their culture flourished.

I love hearing, Lakota music in the wind.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube, music by Earl Bullhead, artwork copyrights by original artists

image from pinterest

Dreamwalker II

brown and blue rocks

When he saw the red rocks, he knew he had made the right choice. With Standing Bear’s advice, he had not officially quit his job in New York – not yet. Taking a leave of absence though, allowed him to enjoy nature again. He was regaining some sanity.

Seventy hour work weeks had taken a toll on him, in more ways than one. He was in Northern New Mexico now, near Taos. He was hiking, and camping with a tent, which he had not done in years. It took just one day for the healing and restoration to begin. The days were filled with intoxicating sunlight, and the nights were cold, which made for great sleeping, as he hunkered down in his sleeping bag.

As he was carving, and sanding down a walking stick one day, he started thinking about his job. How could he quit when so many of his people looked up to him? He was a huge success. Maybe that was the point, he didn’t need to be a millionaire, and it was time to get back to his people. It was time to give to his people. Pow WowWarm Springs ReservationOregonUSA

He could not live apart from them anymore. If he did keep his job, he would do so out here, close to nature, attending the Pow Wows, and yes even dancing, like in the visions he had. He needed to feel whole and complete, and that meant living out here.

That also meant he could seek out relationships. Was it wrong to seek a woman? Of course not. Even his mother and father (both gone now) would approve. Later, when he took a break from walking, he sat on some rocks and looked at the sky. The sun began hiding behind some clouds. He smiled to himself, realizing he needed the physical and the spiritual in his life. It felt good to be alive again.

After five days of being in the wilderness, he came to a trading post, in a little town called Big Stone Gap. They had supplies, a restaurant, and an inn. He thought it would be good idea to eat someone else’s cooking for a couple of days. While he was in the restaurant, he read some of the local newspapers. Under the help wanted ads he saw something that caught his eye. There was a teaching job open at the River Rocks Community College, in the Economics Department. The more he read about it, the more he wanted to work there.

He was about to reach for his phone and call Standing Bear, to tell him about it, when he noticed his waitress, for the first time. How did God make such beautiful women? They talked for a while, and later she took her break by sitting down with him. He found out her name was Linda, and noticed that she looked more Mexican, than First Nations – but so what! Yes it sure was good to be alive again…. mexican woman

Note: I have decided not to call this a “conclusion”, because I’m leaving it open for future possibilities. I would like to see more of James Dreamwalker (and his relationships) in the future!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

photos from google

Dreamwalker

city storm

Contemporary Microfiction

It was the thunder that caught his attention that day. He was sitting on the 32nd floor, of the company’s office building in Manhattan, in a board meeting, watching the storm lashing at the ceiling to floor windows. But when the thunder shook the building it got everyone’s attention.

The CEO stopped his presentation, they all looked, momentarily concerned, and then they started the meeting again. The storm was only mildly interesting to them, a temporary interruption. James Dreamwalker thought about it differently though.

This storm was an affirmation. As he listened now to the company president, talk about the numbers, the strength of the company, the exploding market in Singapore, it all became background noise to the much more important event going on outside. He was having yet another vision. In the vision, he was dancing at an event, with his cousins, his feet were pounding, his heart beating with the drums, his body moving, as he felt the presence of the Creator. He continued to see in the vision, people moving, colors in a blur, and for some reason a horse. He was riding bareback, in a place with red rocks. It was all moving and spinning, but he could see the horse sweat. The horse was pounding away, flying over the ground at top speed. It took his breath away. holding on

The vision ended with his mother’s voice in what appeared to be a cave, with smoke. Was she in the afterlife? He could not see her, but there was a light, and she repeated what she had said, seconds before she died, “You were not made, to chase after money”. He stood up now, in the middle of the board meeting, and walked towards the ceiling to floor windows. With his face against the glass, he could hear the wind howling. It was saying to him, to get out of there, and to not come back. It all confirmed what he had been sensing for weeks. He was to go back to his people.

“Standing Bear”, he said out loud. The board members stopped talking, and turned to him. “James?” “What are you talking about?”, one of them asked. James, turned to the group of men, now realizing what he had said. He went with it anyway. “I need to talk to Joseph Standing Bear”, he said. “Excuse me”, he mumbled as he left the room.

As he left the group of men (there were no women) they mumbled about James’ mother passing away recently, and he was taking it badly. Then the president of the company began quoting numbers again, and the meeting recommenced, with the strength of the company in Hong Kong, and Taipei.

In the elevator, James Dreamwalker pushed the down button, realizing he wouldn’t be seeing this place again.

Note: To be continued tomorrow!

 feathers

  Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

The Osage People

seal of Osage

Many of us have heard of First Nations people, but few of us have heard of nations (or people) not portrayed by Hollywood. The Osage, are just one of the many First Nations peoples, in the US and Canada, that still exist today. They have a rich heritage, and come from the Great Plains, around Missouri, and Kansas. Today many of the Osage live on a reservation in Oklahoma. They were placed there by our government in the 1800’s.Osage Late 17th Century

Historically they are known to have come originally from the Ohio Valley. They were pushed westward by other nations before Europeans came to the area. They settled west of the Mississippi River, between the Missouri and Arkansas Rivers. Notice the nations around them in the green map. Many states and cities in the United States, have names from the First Nations people. The Wichita people have a city in Kansas named after them. The name Kansas is also First Nations.

The Osage were somewhat different than the Lakota, and other peoples that were mostly nomadic, and hunted buffalo. The Osage had semi-permanent villages, and not only hunted buffalo and deer but they also grew crops, including corn, beans, and pumpkins. Early on, their houses were log homes covered with tree bark. My understanding is that they adopted earthen lodges (log homes covered with earth and sod), and later the tipis, we are so used to Osage dancingseeing.

If you have ever read the Laura Ingalls Wilder series, “Little House on the Prairie”, she describes living on the prairie, and seeing First Nations people (although she called them Indians). The people she saw and wrote about were Osage.

I hope you have enjoyed this brief look at a unique and beautiful people. It’s been a while since I have had some First Nations dancing on the site, so I thought I would place some here today. This film is so beautiful because it shows First Nations people living today, and because it shows in their own words, how they feel about dancing, and their culture. Watch for the young man, who is a “warrior within” PEACE.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube

images from google

Journey to Broken Sky

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Contemporary Microfiction

Note: The Appaloosa is a breed of horse in the US, Canada, and in other parts of the world. The Nakota, and Inuit, are First Nations people groups.

The Appaloosa had changed his life, he was certain of that. He had been driving for four days, and the horse had come to him in a dream, as he was sleeping, by the side of the road. It was the same spotted horse he had as a teenager, and it spoke to him in the dream, in his tribal language. He loved his first language, but he had not heard it in years. One thing was for sure – after the dream he had stopped thinking about going back home after the trip. It was as if there was something…….something he was supposed to do out here, in the middle of nowhere. His heart was filled with his first language now, and as he drove he sometimes spoke it out loud.

AppaloosaHe had come to the Yukon to find the most remote place possible, and to hike. He was looking for something – but what? The Appaloosa, had told him he was on a journey, and that this journey was not over yet. He had “further to go”, in more ways than one. So he kept driving.

It was late afternoon when he pulled into Mapleton. It was a small town with one hotel. There was no one at the front desk, but there was a sign that said, “Check Yourself In.” Strange how small towns trusted people, he thought. Once he was in the room, he fell asleep quickly, on top of the bed. He had been driving for fourteen hours straight.

That night he dreamt of his parents, and growing up on the reservation. He was also riding his horse in the dream, galloping as fast as they could through miles of open fields. At one point he was riding with his arms out to the side, barely holding on with his legs, and in that moment of intense freedom, he heard the words, “Never forget who you are.” Whose voice was that? He could not tell. He also saw a school, he had never seen before. Children he did not know, were playing outside, and he began speaking to them in their language. Yet he had no idea what the language was! inuit

When he woke up, or at least he thought he was awake, he saw his mother’s face. She spoke very clearly in Nakota, “Never forget who you are.” Then she repeated the words, in the Inuit language. His mother had been half Nakota, and half Inuit, and she had always encouraged him with these words as he was growing up, making him feel proud of his heritage.

He spent the day in Mapleton, walking around, getting to know the people. He was amazed at how friendly they were. Many were Inuit, or had some Inuit connection. At the restaurant an older couple at the next table struck up a conversation, asking him where he was from. When they asked him why he was in town, he said, “I have no idea.” They smiled.

After his meal, he got up to leave, when the older man he had been talking to, asked him a strange question. He said, “Do you need a job?” The man explained he had a lumber yard, not far from here, and he was looking for help. He stumbled with his words, and was not sure what to say, but he did turn down the job.

The couple had told him about a historical site he should visit, on the edge of town. He decided to walk there, and he loved feeling of the northern sun on his face. As he got closer, chill bumps ran through his body. Could it be??? He started running towards the building. It was! It was older now, and crumbling, but it was the same school – exactly the same school – he had dreamt about last night. Was that the sound of children playing? No one was there, but he thought he could hear them.

The name of the school had been, “The Broken Sky School”, and it had been closed in 1970. When he saw the writing engraved, over the top of the front door, he sank to his knees and began weeping. The words over the door said, “Never Forget Who You Are”. All he could say through the tears was, “Thanks Mom……..I won’t forget……” He covered his face with his hands.

Later that day, he drove out to the lumber yard, and took the job.

 lumber yard

 

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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