For Artists Exposed - Dreamcatcher Emu Egg - Native American and Wolf

1 Egg Man At Work


As is our custom prior to our Wednesday Story Hour, we gather around our cyber campfire, enjoying the cyber treats that are brought by our digusdi.  Each session begins with a prayer.  Frequently, Ron, 1EggMan, steps up to the plate for us.  Tonight was no different.  Ron began our evening of gathering together with the following prayer.


O Great Spirit,
I come before you in a humble manner
and offer you this sacred pipe.
With tears in my eyes and an ancient song from my heart
I pray.

To the four powers of Creation,
To the Grandfather Sun,
To the Grandmother Moon,
To the Mother Earth,
And to my ancestors.

I pray for my relations in Nature,
All those who walk, crawl, fly, and swim,
Seen and unseen,
To the good spirits that exist in every part of Creation.

I ask that you bless our elders and children and families and friends,
And the brothers and sisters in prison.
I pray for the ones who are sick on drugs and alcohol
And for those homeless and forlorn.
I also pray for peace among the four races of humankind.

May there be good health and healing for this Earth,
May there be Beauty above me,
May there be Beauty below me,
May there be Beauty in me,
May there be Beauty around me.
I ask that this world be filled with Peace, Love and Beauty.


We had an unexpected treat when Ron shared this story with us.


A Native American and his friend were in downtown New York City, walking
near Times Square in Manhattan. It was during the noon lunch hour and the
streets were filled with people. Cars were honking their horns, taxicabs
were squealing around corners, sirens were wailing, and the sounds of the
city were almost deafening.

Suddenly, the Native American said, “I hear a cricket.” His friend said,
“What? You must be crazy. You couldn’t possibly hear a cricket in all of
this noise!”

“No, I’m sure of it,” the Native American said, “I heard a cricket.”

“That’s crazy,” said the friend.

The Native American listened carefully for a moment, and then walked across
the street to a big cement planter where some shrubs were growing. He looked
into the bushes, beneath the branches, and sure enough, he located a small
cricket. His friend was utterly amazed.

“That’s incredible,” said his friend. “You must have superhuman ears!”

“No,” said the Native American. “My ears are no different from yours. It all
depends on what you’re listening for.”

“But that can’t be!” said the friend. “I could never hear a cricket in this

“Yes, it’s true,” came the reply. “It depends on what is really important to
you. Here, let me show you.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out a few
coins, and discreetly dropped them on the sidewalk. And then, with the noise
of the crowded street still blaring in their ears, they noticed every head
within twenty feet turn and look to see if the money that tinkled on the
pavement was theirs.

“See what I mean?” asked the Native American. “It all depends on what’s
important to you.”

What’s important to you? What do you listen for? Some people say that there
is no Great Spirit, and that He never speaks to us anymore. But perhaps they can’t
see or hear Him because they aren’t listening for Him. They are living for
themselves, not for Him. If you are in tune with the Great Spirit, you will be able to
notice Him at work in your life and in the world. And you’ll be able to hear
Him when He speaks.

What do you listen for?


For Artist Exposed...Native American Eagle Dancer ( 4 x 6 original)

The Cedars As Told By Brett



A long time ago when the Cherokee people were new upon the earth, they thought that life would be much better if there was never any night.


They thought this would be good as they would be able to hunt, travel, farm and play for as long as they wanted They thought it was such a good idea that they beseeched the Ouga (Creator) that it might be day all the time and that there would be no darkness.


The Creator heard their voices, thought about it and made the night cease and it was day all the time.


Soon, the forest was thick with heavy growth. It became difficult to walk and to find the path. The people toiled in the gardens many long hours trying to keep the weeds pulled from among the corn and other food plants. They couldn’t keep up with it. They were tired.


It got hot, very hot, and continued that way day after long day. The people began to find it difficult to sleep and became short tempered and argued among themselves.


Not many days had passed before the people realized they had made a mistake asking for the night to be taken away. Once again, they beseeched the Creator. “Please,” they said, “we have made a mistake in asking that it be day all the time. Now we think that it should be night all the time.”


The Creator paused at this new request and thought that perhaps the people may be right even though all things were created in twos, in opposites… representing to us day and night, life and death, good and evil, times of plenty and those times of famine. The Creator loved the people and wanted to make them happy. Creator decided to make it night all the time as they had asked.


The day ceased and night fell upon the earth. Soon, the crops stopped growing and it became very cold. The people spent much of their time gathering wood for the fires. They could not see to hunt meat and with no crops growing it was not long before the people were cold, weak, and very hungry. Many of the people died.


Those that remained living gathered once again to beseech the Creator. “Help us Creator,” they cried! “We have made a terrible mistake. You had made the day and the night perfect, and as it should be, from the beginning. We ask that you forgive us and make the day and night as it was before.”


Once again the Creator listened to the request of the people. The day and the night became, as the people had asked, as it had been in the beginning. Each day was divided between light and darkness. The weather became more pleasant, and the crops began to grow again. Game was plentiful and the hunting was good. The people had plenty to eat and there was not much sickness. The people treated each other with compassion and respect. It was good to be alive.


The people thanked the Creator for their life and for the food they had to eat. The Creator accepted the gratitude of the people and was glad to see them smiling again. However, during the time of the long days of night, many of the people had died, and the Creator was sorry that they had perished because of the night.


The Creator carefully placed the spirits of the deceased loveingly in a newly created tree. This tree was named a-tsi-na tlu-gv {ah-see-na loo-guh}, the cedar tree.


When you smell the aroma of the cedar tree or gaze upon it standing in the forest, stop and remember that if you are Tsalagi {Cherokee}, you are being reminded of your ancestors, your friends, your companions.


Go forth accepting the blessings and the gifts as they are given and always give thanks for them.