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Good Night ;)
Aug 20, 2008 | 4:17PM
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In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
The spectral Owl doth dwell;
Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,
But at the dusk--he's abroad and well!
Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him--
All mock him outright, by day:
But at night, when the woods grow still and dim,
The boldest will shrink away!
O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl,
Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!
Author: Barry Cornwall
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Good night all...:) Does this lil guy lookk like the one described in this poem...oh my no...this one's a sweetie...:)
I hope you all have a wonderful evening...
Good rest...and Sweet dreams..
Angels on your pillow...
God Bless ;)
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Whoops.....
Aug 20, 2008 | 2:08PM
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The Legend Of The Cherokee Rose
Aug 20, 2008 | 1:58PM
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The Legend of the Cherokee Rose
By Raven Hail
The old ones say that long, long ago in the year of the Big Harvest, the land of the Cherokees was becoming too densely populated and they realized they must spread out into neighboring lands in order to grow and prosper. The Peace chief sent out a party of the leading men of the Nation to talk with the neighboring Creeks, who claimed vast areas of land which would be suitable. The Creeks were not as strong as the Cherokees; they had been at war for a long time.
The Cherokees sat in Council with the Creeks to arrange the terms of the exchange of territory. This Council lasted for many days, for there were many amenities to be observed. It is polite to sit in complete silence at the beginning. First the Medicine Woman must enact the lengthy Invocation; then the Peace Pipe Ceremony must be performed. The Pipe is passed leisurely around to each member in turn. Some elaborate speeches of greeting and the presentation of gifts must express the good will of the visitors. These must be answered by the hosts. All this must not be hurried, lest it appear that they were eager to get the business over with and go on home. At the end of each day, the Creeks prepared an elaborate feast which was served by the young maidens. The most beautiful maiden of them all was the daughter of the Chief.
In the ranks of the Cherokee group was Little Hawk, nephew and heir of one of the powerful Red Chiefs. The first night he sat long around the camp' fire composing a love song. The next afternoon he did not appear at the council meeting. He was playing the new song on his flute near the lodge of the Chief of the Creeks.
They met in secret and enjoyed the thrill of a forbidden adventure. They gathered wildflowers; they waded barefoot across the stream, following after the shrill cry of the blue jay. He told her of the land of his people, where the sun is always shining and the cold winds never blow. He knew that he was expected to choose a wife from the proper Clan of an important Cherokee Village, thus increasing the power and solidarity of the Nation. But the Redbird Spirit of Love pays no heed to the notions of nations, and fluttered at the breast of the young Muskogee maiden, the Daughter of the Chief.
The young lovers finally agreed that when the Council was ended, and his people went on their way, he would come for her. They planned that if he should be detained, she would hide in the thicket at the bend of the river, and he would come for her there.
The Creeks agreed to move back past the banks of the Chattahoochee to allow for the expansion of the Cherokee Nation. Some of the Creek Warriors objected to the trading away of their lands and wanted to fight for it, but the Chief could see that there was no chance of saving the land. He argued that it was better to trade it away than to lose it, along with many lives.
So when the Cherokees had left, and the Daughter of the Chief was missing, the Creek Warriors joined in the search for her. Unfortunately, they were the first to find her hiding place. When Little Hawk arrived, he found her - dead. He buried her there, and rejoining his own group, started the long journey homeward.
He returned the next Spring and found among the bright green leaves that grew over her mound the tender white petals of the wild rose. He knelt beside it and called it The Rose of the Cherokee, for he had claimed her for his own. He carried it back to his home and planted it. But long before the winter was over, he grew eager to see the blossoms again; so he went back to her grave and waited there until death came.
The flowers spread throughout the land of the Cherokees and to this day, the Cherokee Rose is the first flower to bloom - her eager face opening early in Spring to welcome the return of her loved one.
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The Heart Of Love...
Aug 20, 2008 | 11:38AM
THE ART OF LOVE
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What the heart gives away is never gone ...
It is kept in the hearts of others.
Robin St. John
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Good Thinkin' Or ????
Aug 20, 2008 | 10:28AM
A woman answered her front door and found two little boys standing there holding a list.
"Lady," one of them explained, "we're on a scavenger hunt, and we still need three grains of wheat, a pork-chop bone and a piece of used carbon paper to earn a dollar."
"Wow," the woman replied. "Who sent you on such a challenging scavenger hunt?"
To which the little boy replied, "Our babysitter's boyfriend."
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WAMPUM CARRIERS .....
Aug 20, 2008 | 9:44AM
Remember Our Ambassadors
Wampum Carriers brought messages within Wabanaki territory. They relayed information and news of events to each community.
The people in the villages would catch sight of the Carriers traveling in their canoes. The messengers would carry a flag along with the Wampum Belt. The Chief would gather his people and relay this message to them: "Those who are coming arrive as messengers". The community members would walk down to the shores to welcome them.
A designated messenger would step ashore and sing a song of welcome. After the song, the Carriers were invited to a feast in their honour.
The following day, the Chief arranges a meeting with his Council and gathers in the Council Lodge. The visitors hand the Wampum to the Smag-nis and then speaks his message to the Council. At the end of the meeting, decisions are forwarded.
The messengers would travel to the next community with the information and the Wampum.
Beads for the Wampum were carved out of seashells and painted using natural dyes made from plants. Beads were strung together to record the important information. This process recorded our history accurately.
Wampum records kept the Wabanaki people united.
Cayuga Elder, Jake Thomas holds a replica of a two row wampum belt. Also called Tékeni Teioháte, it symbolizes the relationship between Native people and white people. One purple row of beads represents the path of the Haudenausaunne's canoe which contains their customs and laws. The other row represents the path of the Whiteman's vessel, the sailing ship, which contains his customs and laws. The meaning of the parallel paths is that neither boat should out pace the other, and the paths should remain separate and parallel forever, that is, as long as the grass grows, the rivers flow, the sun shines, will each group continue to understand their place in the world, honour it and continue to renew their understanding
FIVE NATIONS TERRITORIAL WAMPUM BELT
Square on far left is Mohawk: Keeper of the Eastern Door Second from Left: Oneida: Keeper of the Northern Door. Centre white heart represents the Onandaga: Keeper of the Fire. The white heart also means that the five nations act as one unit in their loyalty to the Great Peace. To the right of the Heart, Cayuga: Keeper of the Southern Door and far right the Seneca: Keeper of the Western Door.
Overall the white beads symbolize that no evil or jealous thoughts shall enter into the minds of the leaders while in Council as they are governed by the teaching of the Great Peace. White is the symbol of peace, love, charity and equity and surrounds and guards the Five Nations (Six when the Tuscarora came later)
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What Would We Do Without.....????
Aug 20, 2008 | 9:04AM
"I'm giving up Google for Lent."
"I think he's ready to start using the computer...He just said 'Google' !"
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Blessings
Aug 20, 2008 | 8:36AM
When we count our many blessings; it isn't hard to see
that life's most valued treasures are the treasures that are free.
For it isn't what we own or buy That signifies our wealth.
It's the special gifts that have no price; our family, friends and health.
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Retro Humor????
Aug 20, 2008 | 7:34AM
France or Bust, pencil drawing, 12 1/2 x 8 1/4"
"This is an original illustration from "Dos and Taboos of Humor Around the World."
I think this may be a WW2 cartoon...not sure..but no worry...I think it's great play on.....words...:) .... or pun....doesn't matter which one...:):) I think it's great...:)
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Good Morning Friends
Aug 20, 2008 | 7:23AM
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Again...Good Night My Friends
Aug 19, 2008 | 4:44PM
Full August Moon
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The August moon is beaming down
It keenly seems to say
Enjoy my warm rays while you can
Before they slip away.
Oh, August moon so fair and true
One thing that I must know
Why must you take the summer sun
And roses when you go.
excerpt of poem by:
Marilyn Ferguson
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Nite Nite...:)
Dream sweet:)
Angels on your pillow
Good rest...
:):)
God Bless :)
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NOW
Aug 19, 2008 | 3:31PM
Life is now..There was never a time when your life was not,
Now,
Nor will there ever be...
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So true....I have never stopped to think of the word in this way...so many words I take for granted...just a word...and have to be reminded before I reallize the power of that word...
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OH NO....GROOAANN...
Aug 19, 2008 | 12:15PM
The first janitor's union called for sweeping reforms...
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The first illuminated golf course was opened for people who liked swinging nightclubs...
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The first king was crowned in a reign coat...
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The first maternity ward was opened for people who were interested in the stork market...
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The first orchestra was formed in Massachusetts, but was band in Boston
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The first person in the monogram business achieved initial success..
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The first order of Chinese food to the White Housed weighed won ton...
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While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my four-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers, and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, "The tooth fairy will never believe this!"
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And of course...this is not a groan....:)
SHOW OFF: a grandchild who is more talented than yours.
(of course no such thought ever crosses my mind) :)
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The Magic Of Life...
Aug 19, 2008 | 11:25AM
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Bare Hugs With Lunch????
Aug 19, 2008 | 10:33AM
Whats for Lunch?
Now....a question...w/answer ??.
Q: Have you ever hunted bear?
A: No, but I've been shooting in my shorts!
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