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"Traditional American Indians are raised to respect the Christian Star and the birth of the first Indian Spiritual Leader. He was a Star Person and Avatar. His name was Jesus. He was a Hebrew, a Red Man. He received his education from the wilderness. John the Baptist, Moses, and other excellent teachers that came before Jesus provided an educational foundation with the Holistic Method."
"Everyday is our Christmas. Every meal is our Christmas. At every meal we take a little portion of the food we are eating, and we offer it to the spirit world on behalf of the four legged, and the winged, and the two legged. We pray--not the way most Christians pray-- but we thank the Grandfathers, the Spirit, and the Guardian Angel."
"The Indian Culture is actually grounded in the traditions of a Roving Angel. The life-ways of Roving Angels are actually the way Indian People live. They hold out their hands and help the sick and the needy. They feed and clothe the poor. We have high respect for the avatar because we believe that it is in giving that we receive."
"We are taught as Traditional children that we have abundance. The Creator has given us everything: the water, the air we breathe, the earth as our flesh, and our energy force: our heart. We are thankful every day. We pray early in the morning, before sunrise, to the morning star, and the evening star. We pray for our relatives who are in the universe that someday they will come. We also pray that the Great Spirit's son will live again." "To the Indian People Christmas is everyday and they don't believe in taking without asking. Herbs are prayed over before being gathered by asking the plant for permission to take some cuttings. An offer of tobacco is made to the plant in gratitude. We do not pull the herb out by its roots, but cut the plant even with the surface of the earth, so that another generation will be born its place."
"It is really important that these ways never be lost. And to this day we feed the elders, we feed the family on Christmas day, we honor Saint Nicholas. We explain to the little children that to receive a gift is to enjoy it, and when the enjoyment is gone, they are pass it on to the another child, so that they, too, can enjoy it. If a child gets a doll, that doll will change hands about eight times in a year, from one child to another."
"Everyday is Christmas in Indian Country. Daily living is centered around the spirit of giving and walking the Red Road. Walking the Red Road means making everything you do a spiritual act. If your neighbor, John Running Deer, needs a potato masher; and you have one that you are not using, you offer him yours in the spirit of giving. It doesn't matter if it is Christmas or not."
"If neighbors or strangers stop over to visit at your house, we offer them dinner. We bring out the T-Bone steak, not the cabbage. If we don't have enough, we send someone in the family out to get some more and mention nothing of the inconvenience to our guests. The more one gives, the more spiritual we become. The Christ Consciousness, the same spirit of giving that is present at Christmas, is present everyday in Indian Country."
Looks for Buffalo, an Oglala Sioux spiritual leader, the full-blood Oglala grandson of Chief Red Cloud and White Cow Killer, explains the meaning of Christmas to the traditional Indian people of the Americas
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them; Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride;Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy; When it's in your best interest, practice obedience; Let others know when they've invaded your territory; Take naps; Stretch before rising; Run, romp, and play daily; Thrive on attention and let people touch you; Avoid biting when a simple growl will do; On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass; On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree; When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body; No matter how often you're scolded, don't buy into the guilt thing and pout...run right back and make friends; Delight in the simple joy of a long walk; Eat with gusto and enthusiasm; Stop when you have had enough; Be loyal. Never pretend to be something you're not; If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it; When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently :)
Last nite I woke and U was there,just like U used to be.
I knew for just a short time but U were holding me.
We smiled we laughed we shared the dream......
time stopped for awhile or so it seemed.
We spoke of days like we was there, we spoke of
times that we had shared.It wasn't the past that
filled our hearts. It was just last nite and
we were never apart.
The little things that warmed the nite
was right before us in plain sight.
U saw it too and held me close
U never once let me go.
A sparkle of sun then
U had gone , another dream
another song.
One that plays so tenderly
and always brings u back to me.
And so we wait for the next sweet night
it's always there, you're right on time.
It starts back up ur never far
one dream away and there U are .
~ L.Wilson 3/10 ~
On a rainy day in October, they’re selling your life away.
People come from all over, for a piece of you they’ll pay.
Your bangles, your baubles, even the sheets from your bed.
Your treasures and your memories, and the pillow where you lay your head.
All your hopes and dreams will soon dissolve into a mist,
They swirl and dance around us, as if to prove that you exist.
Soon it will all be scattered, like the leaves from this tree,
It’s as if it never mattered, but at least it did to me.
Although I never met you, I don’t even know your name.
But I will never forget you, nor this place from where you came.
For you see, I helped prepare for this sale of your life,
I learned much of who you were: a woman…a mother…a wife.
My heart is with you, dear Lady, on this cold and rainy day,
And I will try to now show sadness, as we sell your life away.
I'm not suppose to miss you,I'm not suppose to care...
I'm not suppose to have this pain...It's not suppose to be there.
My walls have never faltered...Their built to stand the storms..
but when I seen your face today...the walls they were no more.
They cracked and then they trembled ...I tried to keep them up...
I kept seeing us when we loved....when our world was mine to touch.
It took me back to happier times...when you held me near your heart...
It took me back to special moments..it took me back too far.
I live for these encounters...though my heart breaks right into...
I live to see the man I loved....knowing I still do.
Laura WIlson '09
I wrote something on a piece of paper. I wrote it - so it must be true.
It told of all my feelings and my special times with you. It will always be there ,
even when we go away. I can go to it and see what we had will always stay.
Not only in our hearts but on the piece of paper there. It will read how much I love you
and how much I still care. So I will put the paper up ; all crumpled from my touch.
I will leave it in it's hidden spot, where it protects our lasting love.
There it will stay, till I reach for it again.
To remember our sacred love that I know now will never end.
L♥
The heart of a mustang is like that of a mountain. It stands strong and regal ,
no storms can tear down.
She runs wild and free, while the wind sails through her mane.
There is no destination just the wild calling her name.
She hears it in her heart then starts running with the wind,
the sun on her back and the warmth upon her skin.
She cannot be broken, her heart is oh so strong,
she visits sweet warm places , but never stays too long.
The wild is her home as she runs so free and proud,
when the night air falls on her face she knows that peaceful sound.
For tomorrow she'll set out. running like the wind .
She'll be happy once more, for the wild called again.
Laura C. Wilson
7-27-09
The winds whispered your name today... I heard it blow through the trees,
it whispered of friendship , laughter and love... it whispered to me ...
and the words sailed from above.
It blew words of enchantment, and words of the heart.. it never once left me..
it was there from the start. But the winds settled down, and the breeze left my face,
but your friendship remained, It can never be replaced.
5/29/08 Laura Wilson
So ,I don't think about us, or what we shared in trust. I never think about the way you held my heart in love. No , it never crosses my mind..not at any time of day...I never think about times you held me along the way....I don't think about the happiness , I know I seen in you...I never took for granted , it was all I had of you. Never more will my heart break, the walls stand firm again. I hold things in my heart, but never , ever again.
Sumtimes in the night
in a far away dream
we meet eachother,
it's so real it seems
I remember it well
the look in ur eyes
the place is so pretty
almost paradise
the words come so easy
we have been here before
we kiss one another
& then fall to the floor
soft touches in the night
I remember them well
they burn thru my skin
I promise not to tell
The kisses are like rain
falling gently on our face
so many of them
no one can replace
The place is majestic
your love is so sweet
'cause sumtimes in the night
sumtimes we meet
Laura 3-3-09
