Thank you for sharing this story, Ilo. How fortunate you were to have these stories embedded in you by your Pawnee stepfather. I just read your beautiful ode to your spiritual teacher, Master Ku San. I imagine those Pawnee stories left you open to the teachings of Ku San. "The thousands of worlds/which are like grains of sand/ become one whole/White snow fills the courtyard/ and magnolia blossoms bloom." Thank you thank you.
Another wonderful installment and a voice calling in the wilderness. I had the great good fortune to spend part of my youth in an indigenous household. My stepfather, Garland, was a Pawnee and had been raised himself by his non-English speaking Pawnee grandparents because his Pawnee parents had died from disease. Fluent in the Pawnee language himself, he was of the last generation of such speakers and had a wealth of stories similar to what you have shared with us. Thank you!
I do not believe in perfect past cultures. I believe in stories and reflection. To make one culture look perfect is an insult to that culture. Each culture needs to come to its one truth within its imperfection. I know that the only way for our culture to survive is to reorder our priorities, find humility, simplicity. Eat and live local. Work with each other. Respect each other. I believe our story is still incomplete. Stuck is where we are.
Thank you for sharing this story, Ilo. How fortunate you were to have these stories embedded in you by your Pawnee stepfather. I just read your beautiful ode to your spiritual teacher, Master Ku San. I imagine those Pawnee stories left you open to the teachings of Ku San. "The thousands of worlds/which are like grains of sand/ become one whole/White snow fills the courtyard/ and magnolia blossoms bloom." Thank you thank you.
Another wonderful installment and a voice calling in the wilderness. I had the great good fortune to spend part of my youth in an indigenous household. My stepfather, Garland, was a Pawnee and had been raised himself by his non-English speaking Pawnee grandparents because his Pawnee parents had died from disease. Fluent in the Pawnee language himself, he was of the last generation of such speakers and had a wealth of stories similar to what you have shared with us. Thank you!
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I do not believe in perfect past cultures. I believe in stories and reflection. To make one culture look perfect is an insult to that culture. Each culture needs to come to its one truth within its imperfection. I know that the only way for our culture to survive is to reorder our priorities, find humility, simplicity. Eat and live local. Work with each other. Respect each other. I believe our story is still incomplete. Stuck is where we are.