You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know,
You don't know?
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Pocahontas - Colors of the Wind
Over the past couple months I've been getting more and more intrigued about the people who lived in this land before us.
the Arawak peoples from whom that garden Bea and I worked at this fall was named after.
Red Cloud the Oglala Lakota man who the book "The Heart of Everything That Is" is about.
Chief Washakie who's statue and name I saw everywhere on the #XcountryXmas trip in Wyoming.
Bill Moose, The Last Wyandot in the Ohio Region, I learned about in the Columbus Neighborhoods documentary series about Clintonville.
I just rewatched Pocahontas the Disney movie recently.
The 150th anniversary of the "Long Walk" the Navajo tribe had to endure.
and of course Wauseon, the Potawatomi Indian chief my hometown is named after.
I can't seem to stop thinking about their way of life. The way they treated the Earth. The way they connected with The Great Spirit. The way they didn't fight against nature but rather embraced it and existed alongside it. They understood and respected Creation. How the white man may have had advanced technologies and luxuries but it paled in comparison to the native's advanced and profound wisdom.
It will still be centuries, if ever, before we as a people might begin to scratch the surface of the wisdom and harmony the tribes lived in.
The audacity to call these people savages as we murder, swindle, and shove them off of the land that they love and appreciate more than we could ever begin to understand.
We declare ownership over sections of Earth we draft documents and treaties as if the native people could even begin to comprehend the idea of owning any part of Creation. We laugh because they didn't understand about land deeds and territories, who are the savages?
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
How much closer the people who use to walk this land were to God than all the European theologians and Popes and religious experts.
I hope we as a people could one day be as advanced as the people who lived here before us.
Teach me how to trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know,
You don't know?
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Pocahontas - Colors of the Wind
Over the past couple months I've been getting more and more intrigued about the people who lived in this land before us.
the Arawak peoples from whom that garden Bea and I worked at this fall was named after.
Red Cloud the Oglala Lakota man who the book "The Heart of Everything That Is" is about.
Chief Washakie who's statue and name I saw everywhere on the #XcountryXmas trip in Wyoming.
Bill Moose, The Last Wyandot in the Ohio Region, I learned about in the Columbus Neighborhoods documentary series about Clintonville.
I just rewatched Pocahontas the Disney movie recently.
The 150th anniversary of the "Long Walk" the Navajo tribe had to endure.
and of course Wauseon, the Potawatomi Indian chief my hometown is named after.
I can't seem to stop thinking about their way of life. The way they treated the Earth. The way they connected with The Great Spirit. The way they didn't fight against nature but rather embraced it and existed alongside it. They understood and respected Creation. How the white man may have had advanced technologies and luxuries but it paled in comparison to the native's advanced and profound wisdom.
It will still be centuries, if ever, before we as a people might begin to scratch the surface of the wisdom and harmony the tribes lived in.
The audacity to call these people savages as we murder, swindle, and shove them off of the land that they love and appreciate more than we could ever begin to understand.
We declare ownership over sections of Earth we draft documents and treaties as if the native people could even begin to comprehend the idea of owning any part of Creation. We laugh because they didn't understand about land deeds and territories, who are the savages?
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
How much closer the people who use to walk this land were to God than all the European theologians and Popes and religious experts.
I hope we as a people could one day be as advanced as the people who lived here before us.
Teach me how to trust you Jesus
free her heart
heal Bea
heal me