Native Angel

The wolf stood with her ears perked high when suddenly a man appeared close by, The wolf was drawn to the man, but why? As their eyes locked in a mystical trance, Had these two met only by chance…?

What was not understood by the man this was all part of the Sky Spirits’ plan, They looked down at the unsuspecting pair, Hoping the man would learn to love and share.

The wolf and the man were bound by their hearts, Whether they walked the same path or apart…
Together their heart’s devotion was such that their spirits would forever touch…

As the Sky Spirits watched and gave guide, The man and the wolf walked side by side, If the man became angry or lost in the dark, The wolf would whisper softly to his heart.

They lived and loved with their spirits in harmony, As they ran with the winds wild and care free… �
but all too soon there came a fateful day, when the man in anger ordered the wolf away…
He no longer loved the wolf with the golden eyes, His heart had grown cold from human made lies, with no understanding in his steely human mind, he didn’t know wolf love transcends space and time.

Now the wolf whispers longingly to the wind, Forever hoping her messages will reach her friend, As night\’s darkness falls ever so softly, the wolf whispers…
do you remember me?

And as the Morning Star shines through, the wolf whispers… I miss you, Listen to the wind… and perhaps you will learn why, When a wolf whispers…sometimes they cry.

In addition to their use as clothing, Robes were painted to Document History for future generations. Stories were passed down orally and through Artwork rather then written records.

It was traditional in Ancient Native people’s culture for women to render geometric patterns and men , pictographic design.

Traditionally , a Robe was worn with the head to the left , when it was wrapped around the body, and the painting would be displayed on the outside with the fur next to the body for warmth.

In the Mohawk tongue it means, until next we meet. We have no words for good-bye. As a child I once asked what about when you die?

Grandfather said, on the other side are all the people who ever walked Mother Earth as well as those spirits who have yet to know the miracle of birth,

For you were once there too, it is true then Creator said I have something I want you to do,

So he sent you here for a while to be a two legged one to walk Mother Earth with love and honor from sun to sun,

When you left the ancestors and spirits did not cry Nor did anyone say the words good-bye,

No, instead they smiled and said these words so sweet Ona Gwe, Waki …until next we meet,

One day my walk here will be through, here is what I ask of you, When you come to my crossing ceremony do not cry, Do not stand with bowed head and say good-bye,

Look up with joy in your heart and these words repeat
Ona Gwe, Waki
…Until Next We Meet.

In My Words    CYA

From the beginning there were drums,
beating out world rhythm -
the booming, never-failing
tide on the beach;
the four seasons,
gliding smoothly, one from the other;
when the birds come, when they go,
the bear hibernating
for his winter sleep.

When I hear your voice,
I want us to be together.

When I see your smile,
I want us to be alone…

When I am alone with you,
I want that time to last forever.

The hand print is a signature of ownership
and stature. It was reserved for those who
had successfully provided for their people.

In peace time the markings represent wisdom,
responcibility and resourcefulness. At war time
they mean strength, courage and cunning.

Red stands for the earth and the life - sustaining
blood of the people.

The shield protects the warrior in combat and
symbolically protects his home.