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Our daughter got "officialy " sworn in today as a Deputy Sheriff . SInce graduating valdictorian from her Police Academy in August she has been champing at the bit to be a road deputy. She learned at her swearing in ceremony that it will still be ...
Sending her healing prayers . I will send prayers to all of the family too . Hugs and Blessings
Greetings fellow Earthlings ...she's b- a- c- k ! I am back on my little plot of dirt . I will not be online much for awhile .It is garden harvest time and I am busy picking and canning . Would be canning beets now except for a bad storm .Figure h...
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Our daughter got "officialy " sworn in today as a Deputy Sheriff . SInce graduating valdictorian from her Police Academy in August she has been champing at the bit to be a road deputy. She learned at her swearing in ceremony that it will still be awhile before she can leave corrections at the jail and get behind the wheel .Cut backs caused lay offs ,but she is grateful to still have a job. At 24 it is a major disapointment not to get what she was promised two years ago . A lesson from Creator in… Continue
Posted on September 30, 2009 at 8:24pm —
nut returns from the mountains....unwillingly ...Appy is crappy
Greetings fellow Earthlings ...she's b- a- c- k ! I am back on my little plot of dirt . I will not be online much for awhile .It is garden harvest time and I am busy picking and canning . Would be canning beets now except for a bad storm .Figure halfway thru I'll lose power and be screwed . Migraine needs a break anyway.
Put the blundering herd in out of the storm . Was taking down a gate when night blind Appy had "senior moment " and forgot to wait for the command of "gate is down ". Causualty… Continue
Put the blundering herd in out of the storm . Was taking down a gate when night blind Appy had "senior moment " and forgot to wait for the command of "gate is down ". Causualty… Continue
Posted on August 28, 2009 at 10:20pm —
TODAY WAS A WONDERFUL GIFT !
Today was a gift from Creator .It was our thirty fourth wedding anniversary today. Last year I gave myself the gift of a horse someone offered me for free..I thought it couldn't get much better than that ...I was wrong...
Today some dear friends held their annual gathering " A Celebration of Life " at a local park . We all gather to celebrate life ,love ,friends ,music and food of course. There were teachings from the Elders , a potluck dinner and lots of traditional flute music ,guitars ,rattle… Continue
Today some dear friends held their annual gathering " A Celebration of Life " at a local park . We all gather to celebrate life ,love ,friends ,music and food of course. There were teachings from the Elders , a potluck dinner and lots of traditional flute music ,guitars ,rattle… Continue
Posted on August 2, 2009 at 10:00pm —
WHOO HOO ! DAUGHTER GRADUATES POLICE ACADEMY !!!
Our Daughter is finally finished with going to work nights and attending school by day . [ at least until she finds another thing to study! ] She graduated on Friday as valedictorian of her class. Now all that remains is the state test in Columbus ,Ohio .Her instructors said not to worry ...she is a shoo in .
At last she can sleep and go on the 12 hour shifts as a Corrections Officer until she gets her chance to be a road deputy . She will still be a Firefighter/EMT on her days off . But a few h… Continue
At last she can sleep and go on the 12 hour shifts as a Corrections Officer until she gets her chance to be a road deputy . She will still be a Firefighter/EMT on her days off . But a few h… Continue
Posted on July 28, 2009 at 4:31pm —
CRAPPY APPY IS UNHAPPY... HIDE AND SEEK WITH KEEPER
Nikkety the eldest mare of the blundering herd is not amused ! I hooked up my trailer yesterday to go to a friend's barn and get a load of hay . Nikkety watched from the barnyard fence . Since she got new shoes last week ,she figured she was going on Wagon Train or at least to a trail ride . When " the Beast " [ a pet name for my old diesel truck ] and the big stock trailer rolled out with no horses on board ,she was put out !
I returned about nine hours later , and she refused to get out of the… Continue
I returned about nine hours later , and she refused to get out of the… Continue
Posted on June 23, 2009 at 2:30am —
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- At 11:10pm on August 17, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
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- At 5:50pm on August 13, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" THE TWO CHOICES WE FACE "
Each of us has two distinct choices to make about what we will do with our lives. The first choice we can make is
to be less than we have the capacity to be. To earn less. To have less. To read less and think less. To try less and
discipline ourselves less. These are the choices that lead to an empty life. These are the choices that, once made,
lead to a life of constant apprehension instead of a life of wondrous anticipation.
And the second choice? To do it all! To become all that we can possibly be. To read every book that we possibly can.
To earn as much as we possibly can. To give and share as much as we possibly can. To strive and produce and
accomplish as much as we possibly can. All of us have the choice.
To do or not to do. To be or not to be. To be all or to be less or to be nothing at all.
Like the tree, it would be a worthy challenge for us all to stretch upward and outward to the full measure of our capabilities.
Why not do all that we can, every moment that we can, the best that we can, for as long as we can?
Our ultimate life objective should be to create as much as our talent and ability and desire will permit. To settle for doing
less than we could do is to fail in this worthiest of undertakings.
Results are the best measurement of human progress. Not conversation. Not explanation. Not justification. Results!
And if our results are less than our potential suggests that they should be, then we must strive to become more today than
we were the day before. The greatest rewards are always reserved for those who bring great value to themselves and the
world around them as a result of whom and what they have become.
- At 5:39pm on August 11, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" A TRUCKERS LAST DISPATCH "
I write this poem,
For truckers alone.
As they hear there loved ones,
On the other end of the phone.
They carry there goods,
To a preset goal.
Don't care what they carry,
Only know they must roll.
White line fever,
I hear it's been called.
When some poor, tired driver,
To sleep has been lulled.
Pushing to fast and hard,
Whachting and following the line
Hoping that when he gets home,
That all will be fine.
But now it has him,
In it's horrible grip.
Could this be the end,
Or even his last trip.
His wheels hit the gravel,
He jerks awake.
Tries to regain control.
His foot on the brakes.
Then he thinks to himself,
About his family waiting at home.
And wonders what drove him,
To endless roam.
He looks to the heaveans,
Please don't let me die.
A truckers last dispatch,
To his dispatcher in the sky.
Written By
Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © Lonewolf Inc2009 All rights reserved.
- At 8:50pm on August 10, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" THE JOURNEY OF LIFE "
Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others,
It is because we are different that each of us is special.
Do not set your goals by what other people deem important.
Only you know what is best for you.
Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.
Cling to them as you would your life,
for without them, life is meaningless
Do not let your life slip through your fingers
By living in the past nor for the future.
By living your life one day at a time,
You live all the days of your life.
Do not give up when you still have something to give.
Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.
It is a fragile thread that binds is to each other.
Do not be afraid to encounter risks.
It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.
Do not shut out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
The fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly.
In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.
Do not dismiss your dreams.
To be without dreams is to be without hope;
To be without hope is to be without purpose.
Do not run through life so fast that you forget
not only where you have been, but also where you are going.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
- At 1:57am on August 10, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" WHY A OPOSSUM TAIL IS BARE "
n the beginning all living things - men, animals, plants and trees - spoke the same language and behaved in much the same way. Animals, like people, were organized into tribes. They had chiefs, lived in houses, held councils and ceremonies.
Many animals had characteristics which we would not recognize today. The rabbit, for example, was fierce, bold and cunning, and a great mischief maker. It was through Rabbit's tricks that the deer lost his sharp wolf-like teeth, the buzzard his handsome topknot of feathers and the opossum his long, bushy tail.
Opossum was very proud of his tail which, in those days, was covered with thick black fur. He spent long hours cleaning and brushing it and composing songs about its beauty and vigour. Sometimes, when he walked through the village, he carried his tail erect, like a banner rippling in the breeze. At other times, he swept it low behind him, like a train. It was useful as well as beautiful, for when Opossum lay down to sleep, he tucked it under him to make a soft bed, and in cold weather he folded it over his body to keep himself warm.
Rabbit was very jealous of Opossum's tail. He, too, had once had a long bushy tail but, during the course of a a fight with Bear, he had lost most of it and now had only a short fluffy tuft. The sight of Opossum strutting before the other animals and swirling his tail ostentatiously, filled Rabbit with rage and he made up his mind to play a trick on him at the first opportunity.
At this time, when the animals still lived harmoniously together, each had his appointed station and duty. Thus, Frog was leader in the council and Rabbit, because of his speed, was employed to carry messages and announcements to the others.
As was their custom from time to time, the animals decided to hold a great council to discuss important matters and Rabbit, as usual, was given the task of arranging the gathering and delivering the invitations. Councils were also occasions for feasting and dancing and Rabbit saw a way of bringing about Opossum's downfall.
When Rabbit arrived with the news of the meeting, Opossum was sitting by the door of his lodge engaged in his favourite occupation - grooming his tail.
'I come to call you to the great council tomorrow, brother Opossum,' said Rabbit. 'Will you attend and join in the dance ?'
'Only if I am given a special seat,' replied the conceited Opossum, carefully smoothing some untidy hairs at the tip of his tail. 'After all,' he went on, grinning maliciously at Rabbit, 'I have such a beautiful long tail that I ought to sit where everyone can see and admire it.'
Rabbit was almost beside himself with fury, but he pretended not to notice the jibe and said, 'But of course, brother Opossum! I will personally see to it that you have the best seat in the council lodge, and I will also send someone to dress your tail specially for the dance.'
Opossum was delighted by this suggestion and Rabbit left him singing the praises of his tail even more loudly than usual.
Next, Rabbit called on the cricket, whom Indians call the barber, because of his fame as an expert hair-cutter. Cricket listened with growing amazement as Rabbit recounted his conversation with Opossum. Like all the other animals, he found Opossum's vanity and arrogance very tiresome.
He began to protest, but Rabbit held up a paw and said, 'Wait a moment. I have a plan and I need your help. Listen...', and he dropped his voice as he told Cricket what he wanted him to do.
Early next morning Cricket presented himself at Opossum's door and said that he had been sent by Rabbit to prepare the famous tail for the council that evening. Opossum made himself comfortable on the floor and stretched out his tail. Cricket began to comb it gently.
'I will wrap this red cord round your tail as I comb it,' he explained, 'so that it will remain smooth and neat for the dance tonight.'
Opossum found Cricket's ministrations so soothing that he fell asleep, awakening just as Cricket was tying the final knot in the red cord which now completely swathed his tail.
'I will keep it bound up until the very last moment,' thought Opossum gleefully. 'How envious the others will be when I finally reveal it in all its beauty!'
That evening, his tail still tightly wrapped in the red cord, Opossum marched into the council lodge and was led to his special seat by a strangely obsequious Rabbit.
Soon it was time for the dancing to take place. The drums and rattles began to sound. Opossum stood up, loosened the cord from his tail and stepped proudly into the centre of the dance floor. He began to sing.
'Look at my beautiful tail!' he sang as he circled the floor. 'See how it sweeps the ground!'
There was a great shout from the audience and some of the animals began to applaud. 'How they admire me!' though Opossum and he continued dancing and singing loudly. 'See how my tail gleams in the firelight!'
Again everyone shouted and cheered. Opossum began to have just the merest suspicion that all was not quite as it should be. Was there possibly a hint of mockery in their voices ? He dismissed such an absurd idea and continued dancing.
'My tail is stronger than the eagle's, more lustrous than the raven's!'
At this the animals shrieked so loudly that Opossum stopped in his tracks and looked at them. To his astonishment and chagrin they were all convulsed with laughter, some leaning weakly on their neighbour's shoulders, others rolling on the ground in their mirth. Several were pointing at his tail.
Bewildered, Opossum looked down and saw to his horror that his tail, his beautiful, thick, glossy tail, was now balk and scaly like that of a lizard. Nothing remained of its former glory. While pretending to comb it, the wily Cricket had snipped off every single lair.
Opossum was so overcome with shame and confusion that he could not utter a sound. Instead he rolled over helplessly on his back, grimmacing with embarrasment, just as opossums still do today, when taken by surprise.
- At 5:54pm on August 7, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" OCTOBER'S CALL '
This time of year, my plans are set,
My destination clear.
To the country I'll be traveling,
For the chill of winter's near.
I'll roam the meadows far and wide,
Memorizing nature's view.
Gaze in wonder at stand of tree's,
There leaves a tarnished hue.
Watching autumn colors bid farewell,
To the day's of summer past.
I must heed October's call and go,
And glimpse the changes while they last.
I'll sense my soul as it grows humble,
Now, more than any time of the year.
As each rainbows painted splendor,
Fills my eye's with grateful tears.
As the land in silent protest,
Tries with color to prolong.
The days of change and harvest,
For the winter will be long.
Yea autumn it does beckon me,
With it's bright October call.
So I must travel to the countryside,
Before the maple leaves all fall.
Written by Edmond Lonewolf
Copyright © 2009 Lonewolf Inc
- At 7:37pm on August 4, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" CHEROKEE BLOOD '
Today I hear people say I'm one eighth Cherokee or one quarter or one half. So what's the big deal? What are you, if you're grandmother was black? I never hear anyone say, , I'm one eighth black or one quarter black or half,they are just black. If your great grandmother was Japanese what do you say? I'm a quarter or an eighth..no, you say I'm Japanese.
Today a Cherokee is a Chrysler Jeep...Is the gas tank full, or on half, or one eighth full?
A medicine man came to our little band years ago and he said,"if you have one drop of Indian blood, you ARE Indian!"
How many of you were born in America? Well aren't you Native Americans then? Learn This Land. Learn the ways of your people. Those things in Europe are fine, but leave them there and learn this land. Learn about your roots,here. For without the roots the tree dies...Do it for the kids and for the future kids. Leave them a world of 'Hope', a world of getting along together. For if one person in the tribe was hungry..it meant the whole tribe was hungry.
One stick you can break, but the bundle of sticks you cannot break...it is strong...The Europeans put an ax sticking up, in the middle, of the bundle of sticks. Their policy was to divide and conquer..and also to facilitate the break up of the tribes...You can sometimes see their logo behind the platform of government speakers...
It's not the color of the skin, it's the color of the heart that counts.
And if you have that Indian blood in your veins, do something to help your brothers and sisters, on the reservations. ..As the injustices still continue but in much more subliminal maner...Since the Cherokee Trail of Tears and the Navaho Long Walk, the suicide rate , on some reservations today, is five times above the National Average.
Do whatever you can to benifit your tribe, your People.
I'm Cherokee and proud of it..I ain't no Jeep! Aho!
Edmond Lonewolf
- At 8:46pm on August 3, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" NO ONE TO PHONE "
One afternoon after the death of her grandfather, Carol lay huddled on
her bed, sobbing forlornly. Her mother sat beside her and asked,
"What's the matter, honey?"
"I miss my grandpa, and I miss talking to him about my problems," the
girl said.
"I know, dear," sympathized her mother. "I miss him too. But can't you
talk to me?" Carol shook her head vehemently.
"Why not?" her mother persisted.
"Because you're what we talked about," sobbed Carol.
Children may not always confide in their parents. And adults may
choose not to confide in many of their friends and family. But it is
important to have someone with whom we can be emotionally intimate.
Tragically, it has been estimated that the majority of men, and many
women, have nobody they could phone at 2:00 in the morning if their
lives fall apart. They believe there is nobody who really wants to
hear from them in a crisis. Too many of us are utterly without close
and intimate friends.
The philosopher Goethe once observed, "The world is so empty if one
thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here
and there who thinks and feels with us, and who, though distant, is
close to us in spirit, this makes the earth an inhabited garden."
Who can you be vulnerable with? Is the earth, for you, more like a
lonely desert or an inhabited garden? The difference may simply be in
whom you feel free to call at your most wounded moments. Do you have
such a person? And are you such a person for someone else?
As it has been said, "A friend is someone who knows the song in your
heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."
If we are to find the kind of friend who knows the song in our hearts,
we must also BE that kind of friend. And since good friends take time
to grow, today is a good day to work on those friendships.
- At 11:38pm on August 2, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" What Is An Indian "
During the normal working day, I answer many questions from non-Indians concerning Indians.
The questions vary and in some cases poorly stated.
But, ususally add up to one question. "What Is An Indian?"
They say he's a person, who doesn't work. But gets a monthly check from the government.
Others say he's lazy.
Still others say he's a man who got a raw deal from the government. Therefore, he deserves what he can get from the government.
Also, others say that he's a drunkard who will never amount to anything. So, therefore the government should terminate him and let hlim make his own way in the white society.
Myself, I do not see an Indian in the same light as any of these people.
I see the Indian, as a group of people all different in ther ways. But, held together by a common bond.
Called: "C U L T U R E."
I see the Indians, as a group who fought for what was rightfully there's and were branded as savages.
I see the Indians, as a group who fought courageously against overwhelming odds and after giving in and signing the peace treaty. Lived to see the treaties broken one by one.
I see the Indians, as an individual who when there country was in danger. Went to the fronts voluntarily and gave there last full measure of devotion. Not only during the Civil War; W.W. #1; W.W. #2: and the Korean Conflict.
I see the Indians, as a group of people who are proud and rightfully so. Because, they possess the secrets of life, the white man has never discovered.
I see the Indians, as a group of people. Becuase, even in there broken English, they will tell you how important it is to ovtain an education in this modern world.
I see the Indians, as a people. Who where they have crossed the culture barrier into the dominate society. Become, the best in there chosen profession. Be it "Law", "Medicine", "Politics", "Tradespersons", "Athletes", or "Fighting for Freedom".
And when I think of the Indian in this light. I think of the question. What Is An Indian?
My chest mightly expands, and I think.
I AM AN INDIAN
- At 6:55am on July 31, 2009,
Edmond Lonewolf (Uhisati Wahya) said…
" I AM WOLF "
I am as old as the mountains I call home.
I have seen mountains grow from small hills,
valleys form from small ravines
and rivers born of trickling streams.
I have walked with the great ones of eons ago
The Great Mammoth, Saber Tooth Tigers, and many
others who have been long lost.....
I have seen the beginning of mankind.
I am Wolf.
I am a predator
A hunter
I hunt for food
I do not collect trophies to be mounted on the
walls of my Den.
I do not hurt for enjoyment, but out of necessity..
For Survival.
I hunt to feed my children...
So they can one day walk upon Mother Earth
And become part of the Circle of Life.
I am Wolf.
I have watched for many years my hunting grounds
diminish....
Trees replaced by buildings...
Game replaced by humans.
I have been driven highter and higher into the
mountains...
Yet the humans still come.
And I'm driven even further from the hunting grounds
of my father's father,
And his father's before him.
Yet, I survive.
My children survive.
I am Wolf
I am a loyal, devoted, and loving parent.
Our children are our future...
Just as human children are the future of
all human beings.
I am protective of my children
And take responsibility of their nurturing
as seriously as any human parent.
I provide food for my children and provide
them with a safe home.
Until they are ready to walk their own path.
I am Wolf I do not choose to hunt in the presence of humans
But I have been given no other choice.
My land has been taken from me.
And, now so shall my life....
And the lives of my children, and in doing so...
Our future is doomed...
We will go the way of the old ones...
Only in memories of distant pasts shall we
live again...
I am Wolf
Wolves are beauty without vanity..
Innocence without naivety..
We are ones of the Creator's children,
And deserve to live our lives in peace..
We were created for a purpose..
And it was not to be hunted down and slaughtered
I am Wolf
Tonight, I will lay and sleep with my mate and
our children...
This may be the last night we will share together,
upon Mother Earth.
For tomorrow, many of our brothers and sisters
will be slaughtered.
And perhaps ourselves, as well...
Our songs will be only a distant memory...
Fading into the past.
I am Wolf.
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