Gahuti Dreamer: December 2009

Friday, December 25, 2009

Cities of David

For unto you is born this day in the city of David.

Merciful, Counselor, Messiah, Rabbi, Teacher. Born in a war-torn country, a prisoner of an occupation army.

Jesus of Nazareth, Yeshua a Masi. A star, a star, twinkling in the night.

Prince of Peace, in a war-torn world, full of occupation armies.

Who Is This Guy

I am Cherokee, Creek, and Lakota, through my mother's line, with the usual Southern nuances, and Sicilian through my father's line. My second dad is Appalachian Anglo-Cherokee, and both of my fathers were (are still) Marines.

The Cherokee are matriarchal, and I claim the right of self-definition, and so I have chosen the Native path, since it speaks most closely to the song of my heart.

When I go to powwows or other intertribal functions, no one asks me about blood quantum. What part of you is this or that. The heart knows the heart.

In the same way, when I order pasta with meatballs, a little salad, and some canoli, and say molto grazi(e), people smile, albeit my below-shoulder length hair.

We are all from somewhere, going somewhere. The right here and the right now are the past we can't forget and the future we can't see, so I think we should fuss less and eat more.

And get some extra sauce and hushpuppies, al dente, of course.

That is how I see it.

John Little Bear, Yonah Usti

Cherokee Firekeeper and Teacher

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