“I will not judge my brother/sister unless I have walked two weeks in his/her moccasins.”
Living by this Native American quotation, I am inspired daily to be kind, considerate and compassionate.
In the past, it was so easy for my temper to flare up and for smoke to come out from my ears. A word of criticism, a look of annoyance and/or a sound of impatience from my family member or a friend would trigger my heart to beat in an angry and loud dub-dub-dub tempo.
Fortunately, walking on the valley of healing, unending study of psychology (human behavior) and participating in therapy workshops lighted my pathway. Worthily, it became easier to be more understanding and less judgmental. Walking in the moccasins of a sister/brother opened the gateway of empathy for me.
My American heritage inspires me to research, restudy and reinvestigate information about American Indians.
Many moons ago, a good friend of mine, Giordan Quiambao del Rosario, sent me an e-mail about this particular American Indian tribe. He believes I belong to this group-Navajo Indians. What a kind friend he truly is!
Aligning myself with the great sun goddess, I hope one day to reconnect with this missing information about my father’s family. Herein is the pertinent data about this esteemed group of Native American Indians- Navajo Indians- according to my dynamic friend Giordan.
“Navajo, or Dine -they call themselves, is the largest tribe of North American Indians. Long ago, the ancestors lived in Northwestern Canada and Alaska. Over 1,000 years ago they began to travel south and reached the southwestern United States.
They met farmers who are known as Pueblo Indians, and the Navajo began to settle near them and learn from them. The Navajo learned how to plant corn, beans, squash, and melons. The Navajo also began to learn a similar style of weaving, making clothing and art from the Pueblo Indians.
The Navajo reservation is currently the largest in the United States. It has over 140,000 people with 16 million acres most of which are in Arizona. They still weave from wool and use natural vegetable dyes for color. Today, people live like the old days the best they can with the modern lifestyle, but others use modern technology to live.”
Yehey! What a good feeling of benevolence when one returns to her/his roots.
In this 21st century of exploding knowledge, missing data about one’s lineage is still an important matter. Now in my fifties, I still pray to the majestic sun goddess to guide me with regard to this blank page of my family history. May I be able to fill it up before my journey on earth expires.
To all of you, dear readers, may you enjoy the comfort of your parents’ presence. In case, they are now deceased, may you appreciate the kind family history that they left you with. May you be blessed with the thought that the goodness of your biological parents is a dynamic treasure house to keep on this planet Earth.
May you share with your children this gift of parentage filled with a mother’s love gemstones and a father’s tranquil jade of caring.
Have a great Sunday.
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