I wrote this in response to a blog from Australia some time ago:
There are a lot of common experiences between Australian Aborigines and Native Americans. I live in the SW among the Pueblo, Navajo and Apache tribes. The Indian Pueblo Cultural Center in Albuquerque New Mexico is not only displaying the historical background since Europeans arrive in the Southwest, but also the 19 Pueblo tribes’ own cultural learnings from time immemorial. Called Cultural Narratives, this exhibit helps the non-Indians to understand what isn’t in the history books.
And it reminded me of a lovely poem I was given, written by a dear Pueblo lady, now no longer with us, alas. But her words remain. Bless you, Lucy Lowden of Acoma Pueblo for sharing this with me.
TO MY NON-NATIVE FRIENDS
I will come to you
and take you by the hand,
Let you walk with me in my paths,
The paths of moccasin footprints,
In search of things
of my people I love,
We will call on the stars to guide us.
We will follow the music
of the Fluteplayer in the air we breathe.
When we have reached these places
these humble places
where my ancestors once stood in silent prayer,
I will try to explain the meaning
of our beautiful prayers from the Old Ones
And why my people are the way your eyes see them.
And you sometimes cannot understand.
I would teach you names of Mother Earth’s
creatures and all her gifts.
I would share my moccasins with you
And let you walk my paths,
my cornmeal paths,
my yellow-pollen paths
That you may know
And hear the echos of the past
As I do.
Then you will know why it is not easy
to be an Indian,
And live as you do, my non-Indian friends.
You are also great people
with much to learn,
much to give.
Together we will walk
On this, Mother Earth’s land
with love and respect for each other
As only Mother Earth intended.