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HOKA HEY

As I sat outside - looking at the beautiful blue sky, feeling the gentle winds on my body and through my hair, and all around me - as I watched the winds gently move the growing blades of grass - making them sway and dance - as I listened to the wind - and heard the songs of the many birds - the mournful song of the dove - but with its cooing and soothing sounds - to the distance I heard the voice of the crows and as I always do - I spoke back and I know they heard; for they answered me. As I sat, seeing the new life spring up all around me - the budding of the trees and how much more growth there had been since yesterday

And I listened to all these things - saw all the beauty, I thought how rich I am, how blessed. I felt at one with our Mother Earth and connected and there is no other feeling quite like it - it is our spirit - our heart. And then I thought, what if today is the day I am to die? Morbid? No. Glorious it would be! For being able to see all this time and all this beauty and knowing I am a part of it!!! And what would I want to do this day, if I knew it was the day for me? I would rejoice in the fact that I have seen all this beauty - rejoice that I am loved by a wonderful mate - many friends - brothers and sisters, perhaps not of my "blood" but of my heart and soul.

I would rejoice that I have been led to many and have learned some - and have at least, always known and have always felt such a connection to Mother Earth all my life, even though I did not always know my Indian heritage.

We have so much around us, so much within us, and I would want very much to tell those I love how much I love them - and to thank them for being in my life - and how thankful I am for all the experiences I have had on this Red Road, and yes, perhaps, a mite reluctant to leave for I would want to travel this Road for a while longer. But if this is the day - Hoka Hey - it would be a good day to die.

Written by Calling Crow - May 1999

There are too many words for you to write Calling Crow.

It is not the time for you to lay down your pen and paper

Equa Unega Wahuhi


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