My husband is Italian. He is very proud of that fact and often comments about it. He eats Italian food, wears Italian logos on his clothing and even smokes Italian cigars when the mood strikes.
I, however, am a mutt. I have English, French, German, and Cherokee Indian blood running through my veins. I recently found out, though, that both my maternal and paternal side can be traced back to the Cherokee. My great grandmother on my maternal side was full Cherokee Indian. I can't tell you how happy that made me to know that I can now call myself "mostly" Cherokee.
It bothered me that I couldn't say, "I'm Italian" or "I'm Irish." I've always wondered where my people hailed from and how my present was affected by my ancestors' past. It tickles my fancy that I can now say. "I lived here before any other souls and I also came over on the boat and stole the land from myself." LOL
Yes I'm Cherokee and English. What a mixture.
As I begin to delve into my new found revelation I am finding that I very much enjoy the writing and singing of the Cherokee. They are so wise and deep feeling. The words and lyrics are swelled with emotion and philosophy.
This native Cherokee story depicts the depth of tradition that the Cherokee built and how their words still have meaning today. Enjoy.
One evening an aged Cherokee chief told his grandson about a battle that is ever raging inside people.
"My son, there is a battle between two "wolves" inside the human spirit. One wolf is Evil.
It is easy to anger, rise to envy, rage with jealousy, wallow in sorrow, wring with regret, embrace greed, exude arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It breeds joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, service and faith."
The grandson thought about this for a moment. He then asked his grandfather:
"Which wolf wins in the end?"
The aged and wise Cherokee replied,
"The one you feed."