Recently things have been about me....some in comments, mostly in PMs.....and a lot of it assumptions and misconceptions.I walk in 2 worlds, not completely fitting in to either. I am Cherokee, Choctaw, Blackfeet with some Scots/Irish thrown in. I'm seen as a wannabe, twinkie, etc. by a good bit of the NDN world...because I wasn't not raised on a rez and in the traditions.....and not really white by the rest of the world because I'm darker and have some NDN features. I'm literally stuck in the middle, not totally accepted by either. I do know some traditions because my paternal grandmother was a healer. But mostly I am a "city NDN"....raised in town, visiting the rez a couple of times a year. Someone said they learned from me.....I am not a teacher or an elder. I'm a student, still struggling to learn myself. I can share but cannot teach.......
I like rock and roll as much as NDN drums, flute and pow wow songs.
I drive a car and a motorcycle but I also know how to ride a horse.
I know what "commods" are.
I can play ice hockey as well as lacrosse.
I've been to Bear Butte, Bear Lodge (Devil's Tower), the Badlands, Black Hills, Little Bighorn, Te Lah Nay's Wall and a couple of other sacred places.I have been to Catholic, Methodist and Baptist churches but I also know that the greatest cathedral is the one Creator made and that I do not have to be inside a building with hundreds of people to worship.
I am who I am....nothing more, nothing less.....a human who is taking things day by day, struggling like everyone else.
I am who I am....nothing more, nothing less.....a human who is taking things day by day, struggling like everyone else.
Honor:
Honour or Honor (see spelling differences), (from the Latin word honos, honoris) is the evaluation of a person's trustworthiness and social status based on that individual's espousals and actions. Honour is deemed exactly what determines a person's character: whether or not the person reflects honesty, respect, integrity, or fairness.
Honour or Honor (see spelling differences), (from the Latin word honos, honoris) is the evaluation of a person's trustworthiness and social status based on that individual's espousals and actions. Honour is deemed exactly what determines a person's character: whether or not the person reflects honesty, respect, integrity, or fairness.
Compassion:
Compassion is a human emotion prompted by enduring pain with others. More vigorous than empathy, the feeling commonly gives rise to an active desire to alleviate another's suffering.
My honor was called into question and I was told basically that I had no compassion. I was raised by my grandmother to speak the truth. Sugarcoating words is not something she did or expected from anyone else. It was not the honorable thing to do. If you do not like or want to hear the truth then don't come to me. What comes up, comes out.
I have compassion.....it hurts to my very being to see friends and family in pain...physical or emotional. My compassion stops when someone uses that compassion to their own end.....to continue to play on sympathy or be a perpetual victim. I have more admiration and compassion for someone who pulls strength from friends and family and moves forward to make their situation better....not wallow in a pity party for the rest of their natural life. Everything has its limit......even compassion.
I can be painfully truthful and fiercely loyal. I can be the best friend you need, the one who offers a shoulder to cry on or a slap to the back of your head to knock sense into you. Hurt me or my family and friends and I can be your worst nightmare, I will think nothing of calling you out in public over it. My grandmother, and mother to some extent, told me that sometimes I care too much. I guess they were right.
Compassion is a human emotion prompted by enduring pain with others. More vigorous than empathy, the feeling commonly gives rise to an active desire to alleviate another's suffering.
My honor was called into question and I was told basically that I had no compassion. I was raised by my grandmother to speak the truth. Sugarcoating words is not something she did or expected from anyone else. It was not the honorable thing to do. If you do not like or want to hear the truth then don't come to me. What comes up, comes out.
I have compassion.....it hurts to my very being to see friends and family in pain...physical or emotional. My compassion stops when someone uses that compassion to their own end.....to continue to play on sympathy or be a perpetual victim. I have more admiration and compassion for someone who pulls strength from friends and family and moves forward to make their situation better....not wallow in a pity party for the rest of their natural life. Everything has its limit......even compassion.
I can be painfully truthful and fiercely loyal. I can be the best friend you need, the one who offers a shoulder to cry on or a slap to the back of your head to knock sense into you. Hurt me or my family and friends and I can be your worst nightmare, I will think nothing of calling you out in public over it. My grandmother, and mother to some extent, told me that sometimes I care too much. I guess they were right.
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