As regular readers know, Guss and I are Native Americans who grew up on an Indian Reservation in Maine.
This will be a long post, but most of it will be photos of people and places special to both of us. I hope you enjoy.
We grew up on an island isolated from the mainland except [...]
Another nail goes in the ignorant savage coffin.
When archaeologists began digging in a cornfield one steamy summer day on the banks of the York River, they were pretty sure they would find remnants of Werowo comoco, the legendary capital city chosen by Powhatan, the Algonquian paramount chief who once had the power to decide whether [...]
Faith is a wonderful thing.
Great Spirit, God, Creator of All
I welcome You into my heart, mind, body and soul
There is always room for You here.
Grant me the wisdom to heed my inner voice
And the strength to stay grounded while I sing my sacred song.
Guide me down my chosen path and give me the courage to [...]
These days it’s a big deal to be a federally recognized Native American tribe.
The tribe has to prove it has existed as a tribe for a long time and there’s a lot of paperwork associated with it. After recognition, the tribe is usually sovereign meaning they make their own laws on their reservations and [...]
When I was a child I heard stories of the little people and swear to this day, that while in the woods, I saw many.
The Little People of the Cherokee are a race of Spirits who live in rock caves on the mountain side. They are little fellows and ladies reaching almost to your knees. [...]
Beginnings, fresh and clean, Part of the Sacred Wheel
Each morning is a new opportunity,
To share our love, our Souls, and Spirits,
With those who choose to Walk this Path along with us,
To learn the lessons of the Wheel, and grow closer,
To The One Who- Created- All.
Each day is fresh and [...]
This story in Indian Country gives me great pride in my tribe and in mine and Guss’ grandmother’s nephew, our mothers’ first cousin.
I didn’t know all of this about Charles Shay, and Melvin Neptune, but my heart swelled with pride as I read the article.
AUGUSTA, Me. - On the eve of June 6, 1944, [...]
So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about his religion; respect others in their view, and
demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life,
beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its
purpose in the service of your people. Prepare [...]
When Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee was first published in the early 70s I read the book. As a human being it broke my heart, but as an Indian human being it tore my heart to read what happened to the American Indians during the settling of the West.
Over the week-end HBO showed [...]
I thought this repeat of an earlier post would be something that could cool down some of the discussion going on about genocide happening or not happening. Enjoy.
In honor of my American Indian heritage and my Christianity, I present to you Amazing Grace sung in the Cherokee language.
Amen.
When I was a teen-ager growing up on an Indian Reservation in Maine our tribe started an annual Indian Day, which was similar to old-fashioned pow-wows in the West.
It was wonderful fun all day, but the thing I remember and cherish the most was when the older ladies of our tribe including Tonto’s and my [...]
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