Several years ago I was fortunate enough to live with the Indians. I wasnt just on the res, I was living on hallowed ground. It was a place were no non Indians were allowed and even if you were a tribal member it was only open for sacred ceremony.
Of all the places I have ever lived this little abandoned clam plant is still one of my all time favorite places, beautiful beyond compare. I was having a conversation with one of my good friends when I asked him why they didn’t clean up all the trash and debris all over the place. He scanned the horizon and asked me what I was talking about. All these rotting barges and bulldozers. Those are not trash Alan, we use those all the time, they are just broken and we cant afford to fix them. When we get the money we will get them going again. It took my white brain time to wrap around the subject but once I did what I once perceived as a littered landscape became art to me. The Behemoth relics of days gone by became part of my home, part of the landscape I lived in.
Living with the Indians I learned of a culture who works as one. One giant family helping neighbors and friends. These jovial fun living people changed my perception of the world and how we treat each other and our possessions. There are no words to describe the friendship and generosity I experienced living with this small tribe. If nothing else it has tought me to see. Open your eyes, there is a big world out there and we are all nothing but a tiny spec on the surface. The next time you seek to judge another remember this Native American Proverb
“Don’t judge any man until you have walked two moons in his moccasins.” –
“And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell, and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.” -Black Elk
“When you were born, you cried and the world rejoiced. Live your life so that when you die, the world cries and you rejoice.” -White Elk