Everything In Life Is Circular

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I write this narrative in honor of my grandmother who was taken from her people and heritage and brought up white but had the courage and bravery to find her roots.  I share her love of the eagle, and have that feather-

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Everything In Life Is Circular

My culture has been taken away,
I am a result of the government;
my hair dark and long
sometimes I wear it in braids,
I am of an era brought up white.
My life happy and I have been loved,
though, I always knew that I was different
and have a wildness inside of me
that could never be tamed.

     (I yearned for something unseen;
      in dreams I ride a wild horse
      and live in a forest- green.)

In time I was told:
that I was Ojibwe
so I went in search of my roots,
the reason for my vivid dreams.
I recall my first visit to an Ojibwe Culture Center,
where I felt, this is where I belong, with
my people.
I listened to the teachings of the elders
their stories, songs, and the beating drums,
I heard the lessons on morals, values and spirit.

The stepping stones one must follow,
The 7 Grandfather teachings;
the wolf, the raven, the buffalo, the bear, 
the beaver, the turtle, and the eagle
and that everything in life is circular, and
the heart is the center;
and after all this I embraced the eagle.

     (The eagle flies the highest and is
       closest to the creator and sees all
       from a great distance, the eagle
       is the core to all teachings. The
       eagle is love.)

One day, I climbed a high cliff
I stood tall in my doe skin dress,
and my black braids blew in the wind
in my mind drums beat a rhythmic pounding
and the elders sang.
Soon an eagle was hovering above in the azure
and down drifted an eagle feather
into my hands.
This is considered the highest honor
the most sacred gift,
I placed it in my hair-  and now I have found
my place in the circle of life and who I am
meant to be.

February 10, 2017

Narrative/Everything In Life Is Circular
Copyright Protected, ID 874147

Native American Lore Contest
sponsor, Frank Herrera

Third Place

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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  1. Date: 3/11/2017 7:28:00 PM
    Truly awesome creative piece, historical and substantive - very cool to know your connection and journey - thanks for sharing! :-)

  1. Date: 3/11/2017 7:01:00 PM
    A beautiful and moving write..Congrats on your win

  1. Date: 2/14/2017 1:50:00 PM
    Beautiful poem, rooted in truth and love, BW. I appreciate you educating us on your Ojibwe heritage. It broadens our understanding on the diversity of humanity. A wonderful poem, dear. A 7 and a fave. Sweet double combo, because this poem is very special. Love and hugs to you.

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/14/2017 8:07:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Freddie, thank you for the wonderful comment and 7. First nation people taken as children and brought up white just won a lawsuit in Canada that they were denied their heritage
  1. Date: 2/12/2017 9:06:00 AM
    What a lovely narrative, Constance! Our roots are something to be proud of, and it's our duty to pass on all we can to those who come after us. ~ Regards // paul

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/12/2017 9:47:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Paul, thanks for the nice message, I was always so proud of grandma, I have never really lived my heritage but inside me the drums are beating and I embrace the 7 grandfather's teachings, the stepping stones in life. I really want to write more about it in the future.
  1. Date: 2/11/2017 11:10:00 AM
    This is a beautiful tribute to your grandmother and her heritage. My grandmother was also Native American (Blackfoot Tribe), but she was adopted. I never knew her, but I imagine she had similar feelings. Thanks for sharing her story with your talented pen! Hugs, Rhonda

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/11/2017 9:44:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for visiting and for the comment. I am so honored to have the eagle feather that grandma cherished.
  1. Date: 2/11/2017 12:32:00 AM
    This is just brilliant. I am now thinking that you are part or all native. This is truth so very well put together. You are really wonderful! I just laugh as there are ads at the top of the page. What a strange world we live in!

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/11/2017 9:47:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for the comment Duke, well I am a mixture of french, Irish, and ojibwe
  1. Date: 2/10/2017 10:52:00 PM
    A wonderfully written piece! Even the tepee is circular! Good luck in the contest!

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/11/2017 9:48:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thank you White...yes the teepee is circular too
  1. Date: 2/10/2017 8:43:00 PM
    Beautifully done, BW, beautifically. A credit to your heritage and your special talents in poetry. Makes me proud to have met you and read your work here at PS.

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/11/2017 9:49:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Reasonable that is such a beautiful comment
  1. Date: 2/10/2017 6:49:00 PM
    A beautiful story of love and courage and connection. I hope the magic of the feather protects you, always, SuZ GL in the contest

    Wings Avatar Broken Wings
    Date: 2/11/2017 9:51:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    Thanks for the beautiful comment. Yes I have the feather close always