Have you ever had a couple of day’s that have been so wonderful that you didn’t want them to end, But also hard enough that you wouldn’t want every day to be like them ?
That is the best way to describe the last couple of days for me. Thursday morning was having coffee with Little Sister and Beth when I got a call to go for a drive with my brother in law, got back mid afternoon, just in time to help Mom and Step Dad along with my nephew start moving Mom And Dad. Loaded Truck and took a load to there new apartment Thursday night, Right back at it at 7 am this morning. Finished early this evening. Some people might wonder why it is classified as wonderful, I am not sure if it is possible to explain, But consider this . I did not get to know my mother well growing up. I am not going to get into who’s fault that was or anything. It is what it is. I lived with my Grandparents or I lived with Dad and who ever his spouse was at the time. And that did not make it easy for me to see my mother often. And I spent many years resenting Dad Little for absolutely no reason other than I was a fool. It has only been the last maybe 7-10 years that I have really started to get to know them. And even then we go months sometimes without seeing each other. An error on my part that I intend to fix. So the last day and a half of being around them has been very special, as I helped them move. Yesterday I also got to spend time with a Great Man, His name is Donald Marlin and he is my nephew. He is a fine man, anyone would be proud to call him Nephew, Friend, a relative. He looks after his Grandmother and Grandfather and that type of family loyalty and caring is not something that you see often anymore, I am proud to call him a friend and a relative and I cannot express how much I admire and love that man. Just as Mom and Dad Little. My Mother Margaret is my biological mother and I am proud to have her as my mother. She is one of the two greatest women I have ever known in my life. For anyone that knows me you will understand the following sentence. My mother ranks equal to my Grandmother Rose in my eyes and heart. I have the greatest mother in the world. And my only regret is that I spent so many years not getting to know her when I could. But I intend to fix that as much as possible. My Step Father or Dad Little if you will, I prefer just to call him Dad or Dad Little I don’t care for the term Step Father since he does not treat me like a step. He treats me with love, caring and respect. Is one of the three Greatest men I have had the pleasure to know. I have grown to love and respect him more and more each time I meet him. And am proud to stand beside him each and every chance I get.
So Thursday night was a load and unload night at the new apartment. Back at it this morning although we had help today (Thursday was me, donald, mom and dad) today we had Sister Lisa, Tim, chris and Manasie. At the old place, and Donald, Me, Manasie and Mom And Dad at new Place. I can’t claim that we got everything done, because we didnt, but before I left today, the boxes were all in the proper rooms, Mom and Dad’s bed was setup and ready for them to lady down on. There chairs were in there proper places in the living room with there stands beside them etc. I hate to admit it, but my age is starting to catch up with me as I near the half Century mark of my life. My arse was dragging on the ground today as I moved them. I started half tired and by the time I finished I was dead on my feet LOL. Oh and of course today was Dad’s 79th birthday. Mr Ron Little turned 79 today and he spent it driving a u-haul truck all around moving. Not my idea of fun I will tell you. Mom gave me a medicine bag and a nice keychain well I was helping. I love them both I will post a pic of the medicine bag, not a great pic but gives you an idea.
It is worn around the neck next to the body. It is not jewelry that is worn out side of clothes for show. It is worn next to the skin hidden from view. It is for the benefit of the person wearing it, not the benefit of the population viewing fancy jewelry. A short explanation from SunShine Originals on Medicine Bags
“A medicine bag is traditionally a small pouch filled with talismans such as stones, herbs, found objects, personal memorabilia, etc. and is intended to bring protection, good luck, and/or for use in healing to/by its owner.
Native Americans have carried these bags for centuries, but in recent years, they’ve also become popular in our modern day culture, becoming rear view mirror adornment, wall hangings, and decorative displays.
However, medicine bags are generally worn about the neck or on the belt because in Native American culture, it is believed that the spiritual power is best when worn on the body, but now-a-days people feel the spiritual power surrounds the bag wherever it is.
Medicine Bags come in all shapes and sizes, fringed or not, decorated or not, but, generally, are all made of leather, and, ideally, hand-stitched, as Native American beliefs tend to shy away from machine stitching as it is believed that machines ‘steal’ the power from the bag.
Each person who acquires a medicine bag should place their own individual power objects in it, being a few or many. Herbs, stones, feathers, fetishes, found objects, personal items, photo’s, a snip of your hair, a special jewelry piece or anything that is of significance to you. If the bag is a gift, the original owner or maker should add something of their own to it.
The owner of the medicine bag should remember that, traditionally, it is considered to be sacred. The bag should not be opened by anyone else. The person can take items out of the bag to show and share their significance with people, if so desired. Stones can be taken out and other stones put in, as wanted/needed, due to the individual requirements of the owner, as there are some stones that will change color over time, thereby reducing/losing their power or energy.
The other items need to always remain in the bag, because, essentially, each item in the bag is a talisman and is representative of sacred power, and is meant to bring that power and spirituality to the owner of the bag. Allowing others to access the bag and it’s contents, ‘steals‘ the power of the talismans from the owner.”
My medicine bag is the absolute best one in the world as far as I am concerned. And the reason for that is that it was given to me by my mother. That makes it very precious and special to me. My medicine bag is not something that will be removed often As it’s something similar to what a “Roman Catholic” would wear as a St Christopher medal etc.
The joking, talking and general knowledge that I am able to get each time I visit Mom And Dad is very precious to me, it might be family history, or just retelling of experiences they have gone through, or even a different viewpoint on things from my own life, where I had only previously had dads viewpoint on, having moms on what happened gives me a better balanced view of things.
Don’t have any update on Idle No More events. Nor do I have any great breaking epiphany on Native Culture. Well maybe I do in as much as I can say guess What native Family’s move just like everyone else. One box at a time. One step at a time, and there is no great spirit wolf or bear that carries the items for them. And at the end of the day our backs, legs and knees hurt just like everyone else. I would imagine that is because a Native person is a person as well. Has problems, aspirations , fears and hopes just like everyone else. The difference is that often the fears and hopes are not so much for material possessions as it is that there children and grandchildren are able to grow up in a town, city , province , country with clean drinking water that so many don’t. Or they hope and pray that the federal government will follow through on ancient promises to leave parcels of land alone for hunting for us. So that we may feed our family without having to go to No Frills and Food Basics for meat. It is getting late, And I am very very tired, I must sleep now. Be well, love yourself for you can only be loved once you love yourself. And lastly
“May the creator of all, Humans, Berries, Grass, Trees, whether you call him Creator, God, Allah, Buddha, Gitchi Manitou or countless other names, Bless you and your household. May he wrap you in his protection and loving embrace and keep you safe through the night and through the day to come. I thank him for each and every person who shares this look into my past, present and future by reading this blog, and I pray that through this experience more understanding and tolerance comes to fruition. Let us be happy and content with what we have, and not yearn for what our Brothers and Sisters have. Teach us to lead our children to be happy and old in age. Oh Great Spirit we ask these things of you.”
I realize it is not super fancy, and probably not technically written properly and all i can say is I will accept that since it comes from my heart.