The Path Grandmother Chose!
We are camped beside the Colorado trouble here again stalks us, why can they not just leave us be we are fed,housed,and clean?
No children were ever more loved even if we lived in tents, we are here for special reasons it is life lessons grandmother teaches. We are here for a gather kin are coming who were scattered,grandmother walks away to a small hill this time I can not follow.
I hear her voice raised in prayer singing softly very old words,even the heart and spirit of a child of four understands this is sacred.
Suddenly all is chaos everyone is running lights are shining in our eyes,a white man in uniform demanding to see everything in our camp.
Someone he said reported wild parties, drugs, and drinking, instead he found us a simple extended family here to learn from the Water. Grandmother stood proudly before this man who sneered at her,head held high she told him we are here for connections to our spirits. You will find no evil things here only love and caring, we sing and drum sending our prayers upon the wind with sage and sweet grass only. They gave us only three days then we must move on, they did not like our kind he said hanging around making messes,we made the good folks nervous.
You people need to live like humans give those children real homes, but not here in our town there are enough here on welfare already.
He could not see or understand our life was the better one, not cramped into a small house but free to share the wind and see Father Sky above us.
To this day I am thankful for the childhood grandmother gave us,we worked hard and asked no one for handouts we lived the way of our ancestors.
No,our path was not an easy one we faced many troubles,yet we lived in freedom proud of who and what we were and learning from all
spirits!
granny!
we “cry” freedom, when in truth we beg for chains
