Walking Spirit in a Native Way

  For the sake of a little pleasure ! AN OLD TEACHING Do not be distracted because of little pleasures.   A number of flies were attracted to a jar of honey which had been overturned in a housekeeper’s room, and placing their feet on it, ate greedily. Their feet, however, became so smeared with the honey that they could not use their wings, nor release themselves, and were suffocated. Just as they were expiring, they exclaimed, “O foolish creatures that we are, for the sake of a little pleasure we have destroyed ourselves.”   Pleasure brought with pains, hurts.  Aesop’s Fables written in B.C.   Looking around, I think! ~ Is this what we have all done?  Noodin     James Beard aka Noodin                Cultural Storyteller, Educator, Speaker,                Author ...

James Beard aka Noodin                Cultural Storyteller, Educator, Speaker,  Author   Click on logo for interview:  Walking Spirit in a Native Way James Beard is a speaker on topics such as traditional living and natural spirit teachings. His topics address many concerns to do with wellness and balance in life. He is a student of native teachings from Ojibwe Elder...

  SHE WILL CALL AND YOU WILL KNOW! Great Spirit Place Grand Monadnock  Grand Monadnock In early spring the changes on Mt. Monadnock, in New Hampshire, are often dramatic. The hiking trails begin to melt off the ice that has built up during the winter and the trails near the base soften as the saturated mud warms. Each step one takes becomes a test to see if the ground is firm. A step on the soft path will often result in a gusher of muddy water squirting up from hidden pockets in the ground. Melting water comes down the trails making them streams to be traversed by the hikers anxious to climb the mountain. The trees barely have buds and yet those hints of budding new life will quickly form and fill the forest with lush shades of green between the groves of evergreen that dominate the forest scene. View of Grand Monadnock from Gilsom Pond At the summit one can see out over five states from this mountain that stands alone. ...

  To Speak Without A Tongue To Speak Without A Tongue by: Peter Schuler     Ojibwe Elder - Mississauga First Nation November 2, 2013 They came from a place we knew not where. We fed them when they were cold. Little knowing; They could eat so much more than we. Little knowing; They would eat so many birds, buffalo... trees. Little knowing; They would poison Mother Earth That sores of greed would open to run rivers of pus Where once ran Mother Earth's crystal clear blood. Our tongues crossed theirs So that they could travel our lands and see what we saw.  Little knowing; That they saw things so much different than we. Then; slowly, surely they cut out our tongue And replaced with theirs. To speak without a tongue can mean many things. loss of language speaking without your own language. To speak with your actions, to speak with silence. To speak through art, dance , drumming.   To speak with a look!  ...

The day that we do not stand up to honor all people who have sacrificed for others is a sad day for humanity. How many will serve the people and never live to hear the words, "Thank you for your service". The ones who truly gave their lives in service to others and mankind. Don't forget our brothers and sisters! I believe that when a person stands up to defend others who they believe are being offended, be it human or otherwise, it is an act of chivalry . Those acts often come to light in battles and yet it can be as simple as offering water to a passing wanderer. Those that are veterans have put themselves in situations that protect all life. They do not have to be soldiers. Some are doctors, nurses, caretakers, police, firemen, ambulance drivers or just neighbors and yes even strangers. We are not honoring our strength as warriors. We are honoring our best qualities of humanity. Chivalry: An old word not much used in this world today:   Modern chivalry has evolved from ...

  Charlie – The Barking Raccoon by: James B. Beard aka Noodin     At Monadnock State Park in the Gilson Pond Campground I set up my summer camp in the early spring. Usually as soon as the snow has gradually melted away and about two to three weeks before the campground actually opens for the public. It is a peaceful, quiet time to sit by a fire with the stillness of the forest all around. This one night I sat there enjoying the fire when I heard a barking noise. No dogs are allowed on Mt Monadnock so it was a little bit of a surprise to hear a dog barking. I listened intently and the barking continued but it didn’t quite sound like a dog. Kind of a Woof, Woof but deeper and not as high pitched and rich in sound as a dog. The sound came from down around our lower loop of the campground and seemed to be moving up the hill. The next time it barked it sounded like it was almost in my site. Then I looked toward the bathrooms in the park and saw so...