Monday, January 5, 2009

Montana’s Native Nation

My father told us when we were growing up that we had some Native American ancestry in our family tree. We didn’t believe him all that much and kind of just blew it off, so through our life we didn’t give it much more thought.

I mean heck, we sure didn’t look like it or anything. I probably did more than my brothers or sisters. My dad kind of did.

He liked his cowboy look though. He wore the whole thing the hat, dark styled clothes, and rattlesnake proof lineman booths, living in the snake area part of our state and being outside every chance we could get. We had to take precautions.

Sure I have black hair and got dark at the beginning of summer without trying very hard, then been confused as having some kind of Spanish decent and then jokingly blurt out it’s just the Indian part coming out.

Well my dad died in the mid nineties and the point is, that we started poking around in our genealogy more than before after he died. Gathering tons of information along with old photos.


Some of us were noticing who were these people that appeared to be dark skinned and looked to be native Indian as our past relatives? Maybe our dad wasn’t “bull shitting” us after all. Some of the tree rooted out of Canada and northwest Montana he did say we had Blackfoot in us.

I’ve seemed to feel those tugs throughout my life especially while I’m in my meditative or in my creative cycles and phases, which were fairly regular. I’ve always felt a high in the spiritual senses when it came to a communal life that I lived in a long time ago and then with the experiences with earth teachings of wildlife, nature, gardening, herbal medicines, art and now writing. I felt my soul purpose was to express my self through these mediums.

I use to joke with my family of life-long avid hunters and yes mostly with the bow! That the way I hunt is with the camera.

I still have my catch years later and I didn’t have to take the spirit of the animal that deserved to be there. Besides I had no problem with the store gods providing me with the provisions needed to raise my family no matter how much I disliked it, buying stuff I didn’t grow or to make myself.

I’d remembered when we used to go fossil, plant and rock hunting throughout the northwest of the U.S. and up into Canada, even as a kid. That when I would take something from the forest or mountains I would secretly make an offering in the form of a ritualized prayer and asking for the permission for what the earth allowed me to possess, I would reassure the earth spirits that it would only to be use for the purpose of good never greed or evil.

No one ever told me this at the age of ten and twelve about this sort of thing, I felt it in my heart that it was necessary and I should be grateful for what the earth allowed me to have.

But then we’d had also traced some of our ancestry to Germany, England and to cork county Ireland.

We had pretty much at the ends of what we’d had been able to search and left it at that several years ago.

I just can’t help but feel that there is a spirit guide, giving me that nudge now and then.

Some already know how much I believe in angles. I know I have both…




Native Blood

Eyes wander off to a distant skyline
Just below the full moon’s glow
Lone wolf calls to the gathering hills
As my native spirit grows

Sensing Montana’s blood
That circulates within me
Ancestral lines and veins
The Indian mortality

Soul, lends to winds
Easing into a spiritual birth
Nature surrounds me
Trees
Rocks
And earth

Native heritage speaks through the stars
Algonquians words, fills the sky
Soul rides on the mighty bird

Transcends my awareness of sight

14 comments:

Cherie/ Butterfly Dreamer said...

My heritage is a very mixed one. I am part French (mother) , Irish (Great grandfather), Choctaw (Maternal grandfather) , Cherokee.
(Paternal grandmother.)Most Americans are of mixed blood, but what is inherent in you will come out, like when you were a child and your offerings to spirit. Embrace this part of you and rejoice in your native heritage.

Cherie

George said...

Thanks Cherie. I've embraced it off and on, I just kept it to myself rarely talking about it.

Then I'd seen your blog and the way you embrace your heritage. I didn't see that to often with people. You encouraged me to bring mine out, or at least to think about it more once in awhile and I thank you for that...

Shadow said...

i like the views your expressed here, the you within.

George said...

I'm glad you came for a visit Shadow, thank you for your comment.

Beloved Dreamer said...

George, so glad I came by to check out your site. I just love it and your poem "Native Blood" is excellent. Images just seem to fly into ones mind. Well done my friend.
As a member of the Cherokee Nation through my Mom and from my Dad, a mix of early Dutch settlers(1640) with the Algonquian tribe. We have been here along time. I too have always felt close to the land and nature.
My sister and I spent many summers in the Hudson River Valley and also out in Indiana . I had many aunts who wore braids.
Forgive me for being so long winded.
Once again I love your work and site.

love-bd

George said...

Excellent, Beloved Dreamer. I glad you did too. I really appreciate your comment and responses are never long winded as far as I'm concerned.

I liked the story about you, your sister and family.

I enjoyed your site also and plan many more visits.

You know, I almost didn't post this one, but now I am glad I did.

Thank you for stopping by...

Crafty Green Poet said...

It's good to feel in touch with your ancestors, good to feel that you can trace your own feelings about the earth to those ancestors.

We've never traced our family tree back too far, the British though, like the north Americans are all mixed race really...

Laura said...

I love the idea that soul leads to wind. How appropriate George!

I nominated you for the Honest Scrap blogger award. Come take a look. :)

Laura said...

Hi George. Yeah on your honest scrap blogger award. Ok this is what you can do to accept it. You can write a post listing 10 honest things about yourself adding a link back to my site say thanks for the nomination :) At the end of your post nominate other bloggers. You can then add the picture of your award to your blog. This helps people link to each other and drive more readership. Then let those bloggers know about their award and they will link back to you. email me with any questions shhh.under.the.sheets@gmail.com. Congrats!

Tracy said...

Hi George,

I love that you left offerings for what you'd taken from the Earth. Much of what I do comes from my own sense of intuition. I'm always thrilled when later I hear or read something that validates what I already knew.

I agree with what others here have said. Embrace that part of you that connects you to your heritage and the Earth.

K.Lawson Gilbert said...

You do have a spirit guide and a guardian angel...Your words here are full of validation and sincerity.

I love your honest writing style.
Blessings, George!

And thanks again for my award. ;)

George said...

Crafty Green Poet, I enjoy visiting your blog from time to time.

Yeah each of us seem to be quite the stew pot of heritage.

Laura, thank you again for the visits and the award.

Hey, Tracy. Welcome and thanks for the comments.

Hi K, I feel my writing sometimes is out kilter to others that I admire as I do yours.

Thanks for stopping and you all come by again...

Tracey-Ann said...

Soul, lends to winds
Easing into a spiritual birth

What a beautiful line.

George- My grandparents were Cherokee Native American's. Scottish on the other side.

George said...

Thank you, Tracey-Ann.

I seem to think sometimes with many of us, our common heritage is maybe why we're so earth Eco conscience.

I'm also relate to George Catlin the famous Indian chiefs painter, that appears in so many of our history books also.

Thanks again for all your warm comments.