09-30-2012, 05:04 PM
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#1279
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Originally Posted by gaea
as the story goes My great grandmother full blood Cherokee was purchased by an Irishmen , to save her life and thus 2 daughters were born My grandmother 1/2 cherokee 1/2 irish....I look like her, she died when my father (bio) was a small child...his father german 100% ....
My Mother is 1/2 Cherokee(father full blood) and 1/2 Norweigan (mother full blood)
I have been more in touch with my native blood line than any other my entire life....history etc...I did not get the teaching through family I had to set out and learn on my own about me and where i come from and who I am...Im still learning.
The hardest part for me growing up was my sisters were all fair skinned and haired and i stuck out like a sore thumb in the family....i'm grateful for it now...my skin doesn't burn
One of my favorite memories if i may, when we were headed to California when i was a wee little one we stopped at a reservation(i do not remember which one) and suddenly i looked like someone i resembled other people and suddenly i felt at home as my little hand caressed the most beautiful baby doll i had ever seen my mother could be heard saying don't touch that put it down etc, and then i was in the arms of an elder she was aged and beautiful in my eyes and i was on her lap and she was speaking to me in a language my ears did not understand and yet my soul did, she brushed my hair with her hand then placed the doll in my arms...that doll was with me for several years after....
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Gaea
Thank you for sharing this moment in your life, the elders say the soul holds the key that awakens when it is time. That moment was yours and in that time your soul shined and was kissed by those elders who went before you.
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“For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart.
It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
Judy Garland
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