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Like a ping pong ball I bounce back and forth over a table of vast
traditions sealed within this great family. There are the Catholics
with mass and confession, Protestant with going to some places
I cannot go, Native American laws so great to make the new Jewish
laws and faith look like a child’s game. And so it goes, with my own
teaching heavy upon me to keep peace and a need to communicate
foremost.
Upcoming traditional remembrance of a brave family member of the
American Indian rests on the backs of his family even though he has
been gone long before I was born. The second World War claimed
his life, in fact. This pow-wow they will play the song dedicated to
his memory at the south arena on Saturday afternoon in his memory.
Such are the ways of the Ponca, a culture dedicated to peace in this
of many practices to celebrate the value of life. It’s a higher form of
a society probably from someplace in the fertile crescent with
a tribe there too far back to know of the origin. The family of Floyd
Little Cook
is called upon to remember him through the “give-away,” in order
to show and acknowledge the sacredness of life. These are the way the
chiefs taught and furthered their values. It was a symbol to say we are
responsible and we will be here for you.
The family of Floyd Little Cook continue with this honor even though
they were not even acquainted with him. This is of the old ways, not
broken by intrusive teachings from other faiths, politics of the tribe,
or anything else. They are old traditions that have held fast and true over
generations.
Floyd’s family is descendant from those chiefs of old, too many to mention.
And even though these traditions have given way to politics of the
conquering race, loss through the progression of years, and a lack of
passing them down, still there are some who remember and teach their
children. This is the way of Floyd’s family, and I must be a part of this family
because my grandmother, Elizabeth, was a Little Cook.
Family will be meeting Saturday morning August 27, 2011. Call me for
time and place.
I do not take part in the actual around the drum ceremonies because I have dedicated my life to
reaching out for a world wide peace where there will be one nation, one
tribe, surely not in our lifetime but; nevertheless, a throwing the bread on waters to work toward and believe in the eventuality of such as a reality. This is a
time consuming endeavor and one must focus on committing to one thing
at a time.
However, I have seen the spiritual goodness of the “give-away,” and have experienced the benefits of it on a personal basis. How is it that the objects given go to the one who appreciates and needs them the most? It isn’t the wealth
involved but the trusting in a Higher Spirit to take a gift to the one who
is suffering in some way, not necessarily in a material way, but in these day
certainly, an emotional way. After all, it was Christ who said, “Of all these,
love is the greatest.” So it is, I have my baskets in place and am collecting
objects, food, material things all and from gifts to me that were loved objects.
I’ve enjoyed them, now it is their time to go to another who will be pleased
to get them.
traditions sealed within this great family. There are the Catholics
with mass and confession, Protestant with going to some places
I cannot go, Native American laws so great to make the new Jewish
laws and faith look like a child’s game. And so it goes, with my own
teaching heavy upon me to keep peace and a need to communicate
foremost.
Upcoming traditional remembrance of a brave family member of the
American Indian rests on the backs of his family even though he has
been gone long before I was born. The second World War claimed
his life, in fact. This pow-wow they will play the song dedicated to
his memory at the south arena on Saturday afternoon in his memory.
Such are the ways of the Ponca, a culture dedicated to peace in this
of many practices to celebrate the value of life. It’s a higher form of
a society probably from someplace in the fertile crescent with
a tribe there too far back to know of the origin. The family of Floyd
Little Cook
is called upon to remember him through the “give-away,” in order
to show and acknowledge the sacredness of life. These are the way the
chiefs taught and furthered their values. It was a symbol to say we are
responsible and we will be here for you.
The family of Floyd Little Cook continue with this honor even though
they were not even acquainted with him. This is of the old ways, not
broken by intrusive teachings from other faiths, politics of the tribe,
or anything else. They are old traditions that have held fast and true over
generations.
Floyd’s family is descendant from those chiefs of old, too many to mention.
And even though these traditions have given way to politics of the
conquering race, loss through the progression of years, and a lack of
passing them down, still there are some who remember and teach their
children. This is the way of Floyd’s family, and I must be a part of this family
because my grandmother, Elizabeth, was a Little Cook.
Family will be meeting Saturday morning August 27, 2011. Call me for
time and place.
I do not take part in the actual around the drum ceremonies because I have dedicated my life to
reaching out for a world wide peace where there will be one nation, one
tribe, surely not in our lifetime but; nevertheless, a throwing the bread on waters to work toward and believe in the eventuality of such as a reality. This is a
time consuming endeavor and one must focus on committing to one thing
at a time.
However, I have seen the spiritual goodness of the “give-away,” and have experienced the benefits of it on a personal basis. How is it that the objects given go to the one who appreciates and needs them the most? It isn’t the wealth
involved but the trusting in a Higher Spirit to take a gift to the one who
is suffering in some way, not necessarily in a material way, but in these day
certainly, an emotional way. After all, it was Christ who said, “Of all these,
love is the greatest.” So it is, I have my baskets in place and am collecting
objects, food, material things all and from gifts to me that were loved objects.
I’ve enjoyed them, now it is their time to go to another who will be pleased
to get them.