Monday, January 21, 2013

WE ARE THE WARRIORS




OLD STORIES



Long nights.

I'd walked out onto the plains to be alone others thought observing my silence, but I'd gone into the tall grasses to answer, or listen to the voices calling me away from the People. I could smell the meat and plants on the fires and hear the way children and adults and barking dogs yapping at each other sound mingled with the many sounds of the day closing itself into night.

It isn't cool yet. It is warm with the fire of desires to follow the lead of spirits who see men as they are, and who they will become. Those spirits were in the night, and it is my turn to listen after asking so many, so many questions.

We'd just come off a good hunt. The women were either keening or singing praise songs as they prepared for the feast, and the hunters were cleaning themselves in the nearby river. It was peaceful with no cares or worries. The first Geese called out startling me and in answer hundreds called out answers to whatever the first of the Geese People had said to the others.

I walked and walked naked under my blanket save for my loin cloth, unarmed save for my prayer staff with its Eagle and Swan feathers catching every breeze... © Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories



2nd story

It isn't the sound of voices that attracts you to her. It is the culture of tolerance and defiance marking the path before her to be a stronger woman than the women before her. It was war that made the women warriors. It was their children-to-come, and their children alive and their children grown that made war necessary to keep the culture vibrant, and the country stable.

There is more behind a veil a man does not know. There is what he will never grasp in two lifetimes, what he will never see without permission, what he will never become without Knowing, and what could kill him Allah willing! © Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 1.7.13




















3rd story

"Warriors are not what you think of as warriors. The warrior is not someone who fights, because no one has the right to take another life. The warrior, for us, is one who sacrifices himself for the good of others. His task is to take care of the elderly, the defenseless, those who cannot provide for themselves, and above all, the children, the future of humanity." - Sitting Bull



















Blush

CADDO COYOTE STORY

Coyote the Hungry – Caddo

NOW Coyote was always hungry, and as he was a coward. He used to sneak about the fields and timber searching for something to eat. One day, as he was walking by the side of a brook, he heard something in a Persimmon Tree. He looked up, and there was Opossum eating Persimmons. Coyote begged him to throw down some of the fruit, but Opossum only laughed and ate more Persimmons. He picked Persimmons, ate them with grunts, and then threw down the seeds at Coyote. This he kept on doing. 

By and by Coyote grew angry, but Opossum only laughed the more. He crawled out on a branch and dropped down as though he were going to fall into Coyote's mouth. And just when Coyote made a snap at him with his teeth, Opossum, instead of falling, wrapped his tail around the branch and drew himself up. This he did again and again. 

Well, Coyote grew more and more angry, then Opossum climbed out on a dry limb, and shouted: "Look out! Here I come this time! Catch me!" 

And sure enough, the limb suddenly broke, and down tumbled Opossum to the ground. Then Coyote gave him a hard beating, and, leaving him to die, walked away. 

But Opossum was only fooling, for he was not hurt at all. As soon as Coyote had gone a little distance, up jumped Opossum and climbed into the Persimmon Tree. Coyote turned around to see if Opossum was dead, and there he sat in the tree eating Persimmons, and throwing down the seeds, and laughing. 

Well, as Coyote was very hungry, he went on farther looking for something to eat. By and by he heard a noise as though a lot of people were having fun. He went toward the noise and saw a number of young Turkeys playing on a hillside. They were climbing into a bag, and rolling each other downhill. 

Coyote thought to himself, "Now is my chance to have a good dinner!" So he begged the Turkeys to let him get into the bag and roll downhill too. As the birds were good-natured, they put him in the bag, and rolled him down two or three times. 

Then Coyote told them that if they would all get in at once, he would roll them down hill. So every one crawled in, and Coyote, quick as a wink, tied the mouth of the bag tight, so they could not get out. Then he slung the bag on his back, and went home. 

 His four Coyote sons saw him coming, and ran to meet him. 

"You see this bag?" said he. "It is full of Turkeys, young and tender. Build me a hot fire, and we will have a feast." 

They built a fire, but there was not enough wood, so Coyote had to go to the timber to fetch some. Before he went, he said, "Be sure not to open the bag while I am gone." 

Well, the youngest son was very curious, and as soon as Coyote was out of sight, the youngster thought he would like to see what the Turkeys were doing. So he untied the string, and out jumped the Turkeys one and all, and flew gobbling away. 

When Coyote came back with the wood, he found all the Turkeys gone, and though he beat his youngest son, they had no Turkey dinner that day. 

On another morning, Coyote set out for the timber to get some food. He soon saw a wild Turkey sitting on a tree. Now the Turkey was fat, and Coyote licked his chops and said to himself, "I must have that fine bird for dinner." 

And as Coyote was a great liar, as well as a coward, he spoke to the Turkey, and said: "If you do not come down from that tree I will climb up and kill you. But if you will fly over the prairie I cannot hurt you there." 

The Turkey believed him, and flew toward the prairie, and Coyote ran after him. The Turkey flew high at first, but by and by he began to get tired, and there was no tree to light on. So he flew lower and lower, until he reached the ground, and then Coyote pounced upon him, and ate him. 

Now, while Coyote was licking the Turkey's bones, he looked back to see if anybody was watching, and he thought he saw a man standing just behind him with a big stick ready to strike him. 

Coyote was terribly frightened, and away he ran as fast as he could go every now and then turning around to see if the man was following. And each time he looked, he thought he saw the man close behind ready to strike. So Coyote ran faster and faster, thinking he must die; until at last his strength gave out. Then he thought he would fool the man, and he began to dodge from left to right, and right to left until he was so tired that he could not run any more. So he rolled on the grass and turned over on his back, begging hard not to be killed. After that he rolled over on his face, and as he did so he heard something crack in his head. He thought it was one of his teeth. But, no indeed, it was not a tooth! It was a long Turkey feather that had stuck between two of his upper teeth, and stood up behind his left eye. And when Coyote saw this, he knew that he had been fooled; for there had been no man behind him at all. He had been trying to run away from a Turkey feather ! 

Ever since that day, Coyote has been afraid, and his eyes are wild; and when he runs he always looks back to see if anybody is following. 

The Red Indian Fairy Book: For the Children's Own Reading and for Story-Tellers, by Frances Jenkins Olcott, with illustrations by Frederick Richardson, Houghton Mifflin Company, 1917. Public domain.

Sunday, January 20, 2013

JOURNEY from ancestral lines. . .

HELP HOPE

Jessica Chastain & Octavia Spencer played roles in the movie, THE HELP. The movie was set during the time period of the Civil Rights movement in the thick of it when whites were feeling the heat of change on the horizon. It burned then just as it burns now on the necks and brows of conservative white structures in the wake of the country voting President Obama back into office to continue the momentum of the changes in the culture, and the world's cry and muted plea for relief from the oppression of the ideologies and power of our brand of citizenship,  worldview and dominance, and impact! It is a strange and daring time we live in, but we are required to be present, attentive, and contributory forces in the mix engrossed in the dynamics of self-purification, restoration of sacred spaces, the Earth, our Mother, and the development of sustainable lifeways for people around us, first, and broader, in the world-at-large.

- Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories
11.20.12 






Older Black woman opting to walk during the Montgomery, Alabama
bus boycott speaks to the times and the prospects of sacrifice for one's generations.
If a measurement of progress over time is evident in 2013 what is that standard?
How much African retention resides within the African-American of today, and how much more is devalued in today's world, and amongst African-Americans today?

My father says, "The healing of what ails white people is in the soul of the people they enslaved."
Where is the Healer in the enslaved?

 Gregory E. Woods,
Keeper of Stories
11.20.12

APACHE STORY about Coyote

Coyote Tries To Make His Children Spotted - Jicarilla Apache

A deer was going along the arroyo among the willows with her spotted fawns. Coyote, coming up to her, said, "How do you make your little ones so spotted?" 


"Why, they are born that way," she told him. Coyote did not believe it. 

"O no, you do something to them to make them that way." 

Then Deer said, "I dig a hole for them at the top of the ridge where the wind blows up, then I pile a lot of cedar wood in front, and set it on fire. The sparks that fly out make them spotted." 

"What did I tell you?" he said.

He went home after his children and said to them, "Come my little children, I will make you spotted." He made a hole for them on the crest of the ridge where the wind blows up. He piled cedar wood in front of the opening, lit it, and then sat at one side to watch. They climbed over each other, crying, until the fire killed them. When the fire had burned down he looked at them. When he saw their lips turned back and their teeth showing in white rows he said. "O, you are laughing because you are so beautifully spotted." He took one of them by the arm, but when he pulled, it came off. They were thoroughly cooked.

He went away to find the deer. He set the willows on fire where he supposed she was, saying, "You told me a lie. You may say, tsi." When the fire had burned out there was nothing there for the deer had gone out on the other side. Coyote started away again.

Footnotes:
(1) Russell has this story in just the same form but it is told of Fox although the concluding sentence refers to the characteristic howl of Coyote, (a), p. 265. Compare, Stevenson, p. 153.

Jicarilla Apache Texts, by Pliny Earle Goddard; New York: Anthropological Papers of the American Museum of Natural History, Vol. VIII; (1911) and is now in the public domain


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