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Cante Waste Nape Ciyu Zapo, Katja (I greet you from my heart. Kimi taught me this phrase, it is Lakota language).

How very nice to hear from you again. It has been a long time. I hope all is well with you. Thanks for sharing your story about Kalevala.

I hope you come back to the campfire often. Kimi and I are trying to keep the flames going and it helps a great deal when you and others come in to join us. Thank you.

I love the humour of the Cherokee:

When the white man discovered this country Indians were running it. No taxes, no debt, women did all the work. White man thought he could improve on a system like this. - Cherokee

Ya Ta Say Le Mita Cola,

Your Cherokee humor did make me giggle, Phyllis. Although, being a woman, I guess I should not have. *grin*

I am pleased and honored to see that you are using the Lakota phrases, Phyllis.

Pilamaya, Katja, for your stories and the introduction to the little trol. Interesting reading.

I would like to share a poem with all here around our campfire.
I do not know the author, or origin, nor do I remember where I found it:

This Quite Place

I don't know what time it is, It may be very late,
But I have dreams to dream and thoughts to think that simply cannot wait.

I don't know what the weather is, it may be sun or snow.
But in these books and at this time are things I need to know.
I'm not so sure that I'm alone, or if there's someone there;
It would be nice to hear a voice, for there is much to share.

I don't need to know your faults, they may not be for me.
No critic enters in this place, nor do my faults they see,

For only One Pure Being knows the time, or shows through your dear face,
Only the One Presence fills our hearts to share this quiet place.

Wakan Tanan Kici Un,
kimi kaya

Pilamaya, Kimmi, for such a lovely and thought provoking poem. I am so happy to have you and others share these wonderful stories, prayers and poems - it makes it all so worth it to have friends here.

Wakan Tanan Kici Un,
Phyllis

The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky,
The rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of the fire, the taste of salmon, the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away, they speak to me
And my heart soars.
Chief Dan George

What a beautiful poem, Phyllis. With your permission, I have copied and saved it.
Chief Dan George was a very wise man and we have learned much from him.

And now, may I offer a prayer:

An Indian Prayer
By H. Kent Craig

My Grandfather is the Fire
My Grandmother is the Wind
The Earth is my Mother
The Great Spirit is my Father

The World stopped at my birth
And laid itself at my feet
And I shall swallow the Earth whole
When I die
And the Earth and I will be one

Hail The Great Spirit, my Father
Without Him no one could exist
Because there would be no will to live

Hail The Earth, my Mother
Without which no food could be grown
And so cause the will to live to starve

Hail the Wind, my Grandmother
For she brings loving, lifegiving rain
Nourishing us as she nourishes our crops

Hail the Fire, my Grandfather
For the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings
Without which we be animals, not men

Hail my parent and grandparents
Without which
Not I
Nor you
Nor anyone else
Could have existed

Life gives life
Which gives unto itself
A promise of new life

Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the Wind, the Fire
Praise my parents loudly
For they are your parents, too

Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life
Please accept this humble offering of prayer
This offering of praise
This honest reverence of my Love for You.

Lovely, is is not?

I hope we can keep the campfire burning brightly.....I pass the 'talking stick' onto others.

Wakan Tanan Kici Un!
Wowastelaka,
kimi kaya

Beautiful, Kimi, pila mita. You threw in another word there: "Wowastelaka". Please tell me what that means so I can add it to my language list. Thank you, my friend.

Wakan Tanan Kici Un!

Sorry, Phyllis, for 'throwing' the word out (hope it did not land on your toe! *grin*)without identifying it.

It is one of our most beautiful words.....'love'.

Until another time,
Wakan Tanan Kici Un.

Wowastelaka,
kimi kaya

Ya-Tah-Hey..(Dineh for Hello;-)
I just ran across this delightful story and as I had read it before, it was like finding a lost friend. It's a wonderful reminder that we should go through the day in balance. A reminder
to let the 'poison' of all things negative fall away like ashes in the wind.
The circle of our life can be healed if we begin in the center altar (Hocoka). From an article in Indian Country *Lakota Times)6/14/2000.
Le lila anpetu waste!
Eewoblu.win