Pic. Love Earth


No one can understand Earth Day with the same depth of feeling as the Native American. Those who came later and enslaved The People, stole their land, and pushed them aside. The conquerors didn’t listen or care about the song of the wind, couldn’t see or understand the beauty of the land or identify with it as a living, breathing entity. The concept of the Earth as a Mother and the ultimate provider of life was not a part of their vision.

We have inherited that lack of vision.

Our world is filled with people who ignore the eternal cycle of life,  which has nothing to do with electronics or all the modern creations we find so important. We have ignored the world of nature, cannot seem to listen to the breath of our planet or the heart, either, which must keep beating to keep our species alive.

 Earth Day is like a neon, flashing sign. Our planet is sick. It has a fatal disease called: MAN.

Listen to N. Scott Momaday a native American and Pulitzer Prize winner:

I am a feather on the bright sky

I am the blue horse that runs in the plain

I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water

I am the shadow that follows a child

I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows

I am an eagle playing with the wind

I am a cluster of bright beads

I am the farthest star

I am the cold of dawn

I am the roaring of the rain

I am the glitter on the crust of the snow

I am the long track of the moon in a lake

I am a flame of four colors

I am a deer standing away in the dusk

I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche

I am an angle of geese in the winter sky

I am the hunger of a young wolf

I am the whole dream of these things

You see, I am alive, I am alive

I stand in good relation to the earth

I stand in good relation to the gods

I stand in good relation to all that is beautiful

You see, I am alive, I am alive


More about the writer:

Navarre Scott Momaday (born February 27, 1934) — known as N. Scott Momaday — is a Native American author of Kiowa descent. His work House Made of Dawn was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1969. Momaday received the National Medal of Arts in 2007 for his work that celebrated and preserved Native American oral and art tradition. He holds 20 honorary degrees from colleges and universities, and is a fellow of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences


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