(About a 1 minute read)
Years ago, there was Mike,
A Native American man who belonged
To the people of a Southwest nation,
And who was trying to teach his son
The people’s traditional values.
Can you imagine how tough that was?
Maybe the values are the same
But the world is not.
No, it’s not the same at all.
But Mike was determined,
Still made the effort.
Each weekend he drove his boy
Eight hundred miles South
To the villages where
He could play with his cousins,
Talk with his grandparents,
Learn from the whole village
How to walk with one foot on the earth,
And with the other foot firmly planted
In the spirit world.
His son made Mike proud.
Once the whole community
Gathered to share candy —
I think Mike called it,
“Halloween, Hopi style.”
Forming a circle of young and old,
The people tossed the candies around
For several minutes, catching and tossing
Back the candies, the people shared
A good thing in life, and stopped
Only when everyone had something sweet.
Everyone.
“Cooperation”, Mike told me,
“It’s how the people live.
Not like what he learns in school.
There it’s fight for yourself,
Live for your close kin alone,
And screw all the rest.”
Wonderful story.
Yes Paul, the Great Spirit
wishes something sweet
for one and all ✌.
Thank you, David! What a nice thought.
Beautiful story. Thanks for sharing it…
Thank you for the kind compliment and dangerous encouragement! 😀
They say the family comes back from the underworld in the summer rains, over and over, sharing the gift with each other over the passing years.
Thanks, Andrew! That’s quite interesting.
By the way, David and “Politesse” or Andrew — you two should get to know each other. You are both cultural anthropologists.
❤