says
o'siyo!
I have seen the path of my ancestors, and I follow dancing...
My honored traveler...
I will draw thorns from your feet. Tsi lu gi (Welcome)! My name is Little Flute. I am Ani'Yunwiya
(Tsalagi or Cherokee). This page is dedicated to my heritage, and I hope
in some small way it will show you the pride I feel. Please, first read
the page dedication, as
it explains the reasons for this page and names those to whom this
page honors especially. I invite you then,
brothers and sisters in spirit,
to travel this page, speak at my fire, and
open your heart to the love of the Ancestors and the Great Spirit, who is
Father of us all...
No one can understand history unless he reads it - not from the pages of
the books the government approves, but from the eyes and ears and mouths of
those who lived it. This is the glory of remembering. This is love...
Over the ages, much has been done to try to suppress the Native Americans,
their beliefs, their culture. And still they live on. Ask anyone and they will
tell you this is because they have not forgotten the Old Ways. Perhaps no longer
are these Ways practiced as they once were, but their meaning lives on in the
hearts of a people that respect the spirit of the past and a soul of pride.
These words are a reflection of that spirit, that pride. Written with care and
whispers of the past, the poems and short stories in the following sections
are windows into the lives a people whose strength and courage will always
be remembered...
We will walk the White Path of Life together.
Like a brother (and sister) of my own blood,
I will love you.
I will wipe tears from your eyes.
When you are sad,
I will put your aching heart to rest.
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First World Second World Third World ~~
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The worlds overlap - always have, always
will. Life is a circle with no beginning and no end, the worlds a spiral
within that circle. Each day, a person is remade, struggles with survival,
and searches for love. The past is the future, and the saying "Those who do
not remember the past are doomed to repeat it" holds little truth. We always
repeat the past in some way or another. And if one day we all repeat the past
of the Honored Ones, perhaps the future will not be such a bad thing to look forward to.
To understand is often a complicated thing to do. But perhaps, through this
narrative
(not written by me, but could have been about me) you will be able
to see, to learn, to understand...
The First World was one of creation. New was everything the Creator brought
forth. This was the time of introduction - of Mother Earth, of the Spirits,
of Brother Animal, and of Man. This section containes poetry and short
stories of creation, nature, and times of First Man.
The Second World was one of growth. Man ruled the world, but the world ruled
Man. As he struggled to survive and learn to understand his surroundings,
Man learned to understand himself. This section contains poetry and short
stories of Man, human nature, and survival.
We live in the Third World. It began so many years ago when something was
discovered that changed the worlds as nothing had before - love. Love became
the driving force behind all that Man did, whether it love of life, love of
the Creator and Mother Earth, or love of the greatest gift the Father gave us,
one another. This section contains poetry and short stories of that which
makes us all...love.
The Song of the Wolf
| Welcome to my fire, sit and speak your heart. Hear the wisdom of visitors past. |  |
Wado
Do na da go hv i
My honored friend...
May the warm winds of Heaven
Blow softly on your home,
May The Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there.
May your mocassins
Make happy tracks
In many snows,
And may the rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
Little Flute wishes you a fair day with cool breezes and whispers of sweet dreams.
Native American
member
Yunsai (White Buffalo) Society acolyte
Little Flute is a proud member of
Copyright 2000 Kim "Little Flute" Grier
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