Posts tagged ‘Camp Fire Poetry’

Just A Mom? by Eva Glazebrook AKA Claydancer

A woman, renewing her driver’s license at the County Clerk ‘s office,
was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation.
She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

“What I mean is, ” explained the recorder,
“do you have a job or are you just a .?”
“Of course I have a job,” snapped the woman.
“I’m a Mom.”

“We don’t list ‘Mom’ as an occupation,
‘housewife’ covers it,”
Said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself
in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall.
The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised,
efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like,
“Official Interrogator” or “Town Registrar.”

“What is your occupation?” she probed.

What made me say it? I do not know.
The words simply popped out.
“I’m a Research Associate in the field of
Child Development and Human Relations.”

The clerk paused, ball-point pen frozen in midair and
looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly emphasizing the most significant words.
Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written,
in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

“Might I ask,” said the clerk with new interest,
“just what you do in your field?”

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice,
I heard myself reply,
“I have a continuing program of research,
(what mother doesn’t)
In the laboratory and in the field,
(normally I would have said indoors and out).
I’m working for my Masters, (first the Lord and then the whole family)
and already have four credits (all daughters).
Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities,
(any mother care to disagree?)
and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it).
But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers
and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money.”

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk’s voice as she
completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistants — ages 13, 7, and 3.
Upstairs I could hear our new experimental model,
(a 6 month old baby) in the child development program,
testing out a new vocal pattern.
I felt I had scored a beat on bureaucracy!
And I had gone on the official records as someone more
distinguished and indispensable to mankind than “just another Mom.”
Motherhood!

What a glorious career!
Especially when there’s a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers
“Senior Research associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations”
And great grandmothers
“Executive Senior Research Associates?”
I think so!!!
I also think it makes Aunts ”
Associate Research Assistants.

Eva Glazebrook is a long time member of the Native American Forum Team on Etsy.  She hails from Dracut, MA and in her profile she states, “The rhythm of life and the energy it invokes have always been a celebratory part of all the art I create. I know that I take tremendous pleasure in creating art that moves and dances with the energy that surrounds it. This rhythm is continuous, neverending. It tells the tale of birth, growth and changing form. It’s the stuff of life.

And here is some of her “stuff”.

Medicine Plate

Medicine Plate

Pinched Stoneware Kitchen Prep Bowls Set of 3

To see more of Eva’s wonderful work or to purchase these items, please visit her at:

https://www.etsy.com/shop/claydancerdesigns?ref=seller_info

Thanks Eva for sharing this article, for your continued support of our team and for being a cherished gusdi (cousin in Cherokee) !

Campfire Poetry by Cripple Creek Wood Works

WALK IN HARMONY AND BALANCE Cherokee language circle wall sign
Illustration by Heart Works.  To purchase or view more of her work,
please visit:  www.heartworks.etsy.com

Our Native American Forum Thread is a very special thread .
It is unlike any other on Etsy! 

We came together last November for the purpose of
promoting National Native American Month, 2009. 

However, this thread has far exceeded its original purpose. 

Great friendships have been formed.  Some of our people have
even had the pleasure of meeting in person.  It isn’t just a thread.
It is a community of kindred spirits.  We gather around our
camp fire and admire, inspire, support, laugh at and laugh with
one another.   Sometimes we cry.

We are blessed with a Spiritual Leader, our gusdi, Kicking Bear. 
He assists us in understanding and promoting the old ways and
also teaches us words and phrases in Tsalagi.  He reminds us
to walk in balance and harmony. 

We pray and light candles for guidance and as we travel the Red Road.   We are challenged to try new and challenging things.  

We have great cyber-feasts, tell stories, and honor
one another in many ways.   

New friends have joined us as the original thread progressed
post by post and chapter by chapter.  Each bringing their own
unique qualities to our community. 

One new friend is Cripple Creek Wood Work, aka CCW or Dennis.  While new to the thread, he quickly picked up on how very special it is.  He is a very talented wood work artist.  But yesterday we learned that his talent is not limited to wood work.   He is also a song writer and poet.  

He offered us this poem that beautifully describes what our thread has come to be.    

The Family
by Cripple Creek Wood Work

I have a family that I have never met
To whom I can poor out my heart with no regret
There is always someone to lend an ear
And respond with wisdom, kindness and cheer

We share our breakfast, our kawi and prayer
With an unspoken bond, What is mine is also theirs
We give each other praise, hope and inspiration
And it shows in all of our creations

This family keeps growing without even a birth
And each new members adds special worth
We even have members, across the big pond
Some way down-under and points beyond

We have our own mentor to teach us tradition
And sometimes tor-mentor, but that I won’t mention
We sit in a circle, around the camp fire
And share each others company, until we retire

So I’m placing a big log right there on the flame
And ask the creator, protect this family with no name
And to guide us in our journey, so we might one day meet.
And the circle of life might then be complete

Until that day comes, may traditions we keep
And prop up Dale, for he has fallen asleep

Dennis, this is a wonderful tribute to this thread.
Wado gusdi!

You have read Dennis’s word work….now here is an
example of his intricate wood work.
Native American Inspired Bangle

To purchase or view more of his work, please go to:

Campfire Poetry: Life Is Too Short

 

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Life Is Too Short

Submitted by For The Brand
Life is too short to wake up with regrets.
So love the people who treat you right.
Love the ones who don’t just because you can.
Believe everything happens for a reason.
If you get a second chance, grab it with both hands.
If it changes your life, let it.
Kiss slowly.
Forgive quickly.
God never said life would be easy.
He just promised it would be worth it.
Beautiful For The Brand

I had the pleasure of meeting For The Brand in person this spring.  Her spirit
is as beautiful as her work.  She is a valued contributor to the success of
our Native American Forum Thread.    Here is a sample from her store:

Selma Turquoise Necklace

To see more of her work, please go to:

Our Community Has A Poet!

We have many talented people in our Native American Forum Thread community.  We have fine artists in almost all mediums, beadweavers, pipe makers, pine weavers, crocheters, pyrographers, photographers, print makers, cookie bakers, tea makers, seamstresses, soap makers, lapadarists, silver smiths.  And the list could go on and on.

 

We would like to honor one of our newest community members.  Not only does she do magic to rocks, she is a beadweaver and a poet.  Welcome Jody!   

Here are two of her poems.

Face each morning with peace love and light
and touch each day with Gods gift bright
then when the sun goes to sleep at night
Dance with the moon and stars til light
Peace, love and bright
See the moon tonight
Kneel and praise
stars, moon and sky
and all will be yours come light

 

In her profile, Jody says, “Osiyo, I am part Chippewa, Cherokee and Irish and am very proud of my Native American heritage. Although I am a mix of Irish and Indian, I look Native American with blue turquoise colored eyes. One of my favorite things to do is bead weave my handmade cabochons.  Here is one example:

Turtella Agate (Petrified Snails)

She also makes Native American inspired jewelry available in her second Etsy store.  Here is one of her gorgeous pieces.

Red Coral and Turquoise

Jody says, “I believe thoroughly that each of my creations comes from the Creator. The Creator’s energies work through me and through the stones to become a powerful and beautiful piece of art. The positive energies from the stones will enhance the lives of the wearer. I know this to be true because I feel the energy from the stones as I create each piece.

You can see more of stones at:
http://www.rockhoundjody.etsy.com

And view her jewelry at:

www.ArtsyintheCity.etsy.com

Welcome Jody!