Mary

Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character;for it becomes your destiny!

Cherokee Blessing
May the warm winds of
Heaven blow softly on your home,
And the Great Spirit bless all who
enter there.

An Indian Prayer

O' Great Spirit Whose voice I hear
in the winds,
And Whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me !
I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold
the red purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may understand the things
You have taught my people,
Let me learn the lessons You have hidden in
every leaf and rock,

I seek strength not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me always ready to come to You with clean hands
and straight eyes,
So when life fades,as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.

Fools Crow, a Lakota Holy Man, said...
"never bad-mouth anybody, never be envious or jealous of
anybody;if you are, you won't be on the right road yourself
cause all roads are good."

CALL TO THE FOUR SACRED WINDS

I call to the East, where the Father ascends
to all Mother Earth where life begins.
I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch
as animals below me wander and search.

I call to the South, to the land down below.
Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow
to hunt food and fur for his kin before snow.
A life will end so others will grow.

I call to the North, that yansa once knew.
I follow their path til it disappears from view.
Once vast in number, there stand but a few.
I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.

I call to the West, to the ends of the lands,
to the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche ... all bands.
Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand
that you are Native Americans.
Learn your tongue and stand.

I call to the East, where the Father ascends
to all Mother Earth where life begins.
I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch
as animals below me wander and search.

I call to the South, to the land down below.
Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow
to hunt food and fur for his kin before snow.
A life will end so others will grow.

I call to the North, that yansa once knew.
I follow their path till it disappears from view.
Once vast in number, there stand but a few.
I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.

My name is Freedom... I fly through this land.
I call to the Four Sacred Winds of Turtle Island.

by Spirit Wind

THOUGHTS FOR LIFE
Teachings From Native Ancestors

The Greatest handicap........................Fear
The Best Day...............................Today
The Easiest thing To Do................Find Fault
Most Unless Asset..........................Pride
The Greatest Mistake....................Giving Up
The Greatest Stumbling Block..............Egotism
The Greatest Comfort..............Work Well Done
The Most Disagreeable Person.......The Complainer
The Worst Bankrupt...........Loss Of Enthusiasm
The Greatest Need...................Common Sense
The Meanest Feeling.......Regret Another's Success
The Best Gift.............................Forgiveness
The Greatest Moment..........................Death
The Greatest Knowledge.............The Great Spirit
The Greatest Thing In The World..............Love