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Wolves Within

Author Unknown

An old grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a
schoolmate who had done him an injustice,

"Let me tell you a story. I too, at times have felt a great hate for those
that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears
you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and
wishing your enemy would die."
"I have struggled with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as
if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm.
"He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was
intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way.

"But the other wolf, Ah! He is full of anger. The littlest thing will
set him into a fit of temper. He fights with everyone, all the time, for no
reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is
helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing.
"Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to

dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his grandfathers eyes and asked, "Which one wins grandfather?"

The grandfather smiled and said, "The one that I feed."

Tiny Blades Of Green

This is a true story. When I was very young, very sensitive and vulnerable, a typical teenage

circumstance of events happened and , left me feeling betrayed. I now share this with

you, and hope you understand the message.

A girl, -- immature for her years
Suffered an indignity, which left her in tears.
A lady, -- wise beyond belief,
Offered this story as a form of relief.

"Once upon a time, there stood a mighty oak tree.
Mature, strong, regal, and well formed.
It stood proudly in a meadow,
robust for all to see.

At its base, tiny supple "Blades of Green."
A fragile meadow carpet.

The mighty oak gave an "appearance" of superiority,
Looking "down" upon the fragile "Blades of Green."

"A story with no end," the young girl flaunted.
The lady just smiled, clearly undaunted.
"Patience, you'll see," the lady did shout!
The young girl just sat there, and continued to pout.

"A storm began to brew, and a fury was felt like never before.
That oak stood tall and fought back with all its might.
The "Tiny Blades of Green" laid flat; in a cowardly fashion it "seemed."
They offered little resistance to the storms fury.

When once again all was quiet over the land,
The mighty oak had fallen.
The fragile, supple "Blades of Green", now stood tall.
The meadow carpet, more refreshed than before,
But the mighty oak was no more."

The lady now quiet spoke not a word.
"So what's the point" the young girl purred?
The lady replied, "You still don't comprehend?"
"The answer is simple, -- "tis better to bend!"

I know this story to be true you see,
Because that young girl clearly was "me".
The wise lady, -- of course -- was my Mother.
Unequaled in wisdom to any other.

Many stories like this I have and could tell.
The lessons she taught me I learned very well.
That "dear loving" lady, has since passed away.
I shall always remember and treasure that day.

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Hummingbird

This is a true story of what happened with me that I tell here and share now

with you. It was a time of great turmoil in my life and I was having some difficulties...

then, this happened.

Tiny, littlest mama, you visited me today.
Your vibrating wings an invisible image loudly hum their song to me.

Your stay all too brief, you delighted me.

Little did I know, so speedy and secretive, you built your

birthing nest just yards away. Frequently, and unknowingly

I would walk beneath your tiny home, fingertips above my head.
Oh, young sapling birch near waters edge, you bathe in warming

rays of morning sunshine. In your young arms you cradle, rock,

and hold secure such a tiny precious jewel.

Tiny iridescent jewel child, your wings not large enough to hum and sing,
you dart, and dance, and dangle before my eyes as your loving mother did.

Precious shimmering jewel smaller than my thumb, you vibrate with all the life of creation

in your being, and drink from petaled goblets Earth Mothers' sweetest nectars.

The days have weaved a bonding web of friendship, almost mystically comfortable

in the presence of each other.
Your stays are longer and, together we speak. You grace my realm and I'm but a

humble guest in yours.

Each day, hopefully I quietly sit and wait as you faithfully return to visit.
Amusing me with your dance and voice, your wings now softly hum.

"Have you a message for me?"

My heart is heavy knowing that soon you must leave. Oh sparkling elusive jewel friend,

I shall miss you so. "Have you a message for me?" I pray the pathways you fly,

have the sweetest bouquets.

Thank you tiny brother for your loving gift, and the beautiful friendship we share.
For the brief dance in the sunshine we had, your voice, our talks, and the

peaceful soft hum of little wings.

**When little brother leaves this realm the Great Spirit will lift his little soul to the heavens

and when you see a rainbow, It's all the Hummingbirds who have come together to

dance again in the sunshine; and so, rainbow gets its colors and reminds us of

Hummingbirds message -- Peace, Love, Harmony. This is the message my

little brother brought to me.

Dream Song of The Eagle

Long before there was ever a long ago, a small village sat at the edge of a great woods.

In this village a young girl was born, completely mute. She could not laugh. She could not cry.

She could not speak or utter a sound. Because of this, she was often teased and shunned

by both her family and the other people in the village. So the young girl did the only thing

she knew to do to make herself feel better. She went to the woods. It was her safe spot ...

her haven. Only in the woods did she feel accepted.

About the same time the young girl was born into the village, a young boy was born also.

He could laugh, and shout, and speak - and make all manner of noise. But he did have

something different about him as well. The boy was a little clumsy ... a little out of rhythm

with everyone and everything in the village. He was often tripping over his own feet, or those

around him. Because of this, he too was often the object of a great deal of teasing and ridicule.

Even his own family would roll their eyes and comment that 'if dust got in his way,

he would trip over it.'
So he did what the young girl did as well. He went to the woods. It was one place where if he

tripped or stumbled, no one ever seemed to mind. It was the one place he was not teased.
Because he and the girl shared this in common, they grew to be close friends. They would

spend their days exploring the woods and seeking out new wonders. They would create games

and adventures. They watched and studied everything they came across, and before long they

knew more about the woods than anyone in their village had ever known.

One day while they were exploring a new area of the woods, they heard a rustling in the bushes

to their left. They slowly walked over and gently moved the bushes back, and there - lying on the

ground - was a young eagle that had been shot through the shoulder. The eagle looked at them

with eyes filled with pain and fear; but it was too weak to even try to escape. The boy and the

girl just stood still, their eyes wide in amazement. They had never seen an eagle up close before.

Neither was sure what to do, and then the boy got an idea.

"I know," he said. "We'll bandage it and make it better. It will be our friend."
The girl just looked at him, not sure if that was something they should try to do.

Then she motioned to the sky, telling her friend that maybe there might be a mother and father

eagle that might come and take care of this one.
The boy ignored her gestures and motions. The seed had been planted. He had already decided

that he would save the eagle and it would become his best friend. And he began to look for

something to wrap the eagle in. The girl took a deep breath, knowing what her friend was like

when he got something stuck in his head, and she began to look around for some sign of a mother

or father eagle, or a nest. Not far from where they found the young injured eagle, she found the

mother and father. They were laying behind an old tree... dead. Both had been killed. Her heart

filled with sadness over the death of something so beautiful, wondering who could do such a

horrible thing. Then she wiped the tears from her eyes and covered the eagles with grasses and

sticks. She turned away to tell her friend what she had found. She knew now if the young eagle

were to have a chance to live it would be up to the two of them to save the eagle.
As she approached, he was carefully clearing away some of the brush around the eagle. She

tapped him softly upon the shoulder, and he turned to look up at her. She shook her head and

motioned softly with her hand. He frowned, understanding, and they both looked down at the

eagle before them.
The girl removed the shawl she had tied around her waist, and together they laid the shawl over

the eagle and carefully wrapped it. The eagle, weak with pain, did not struggle at all, and holding

the bundled eagle between them, they began to carry it through the woods.

They carried the eagle to a meadow not far from where they found it. This meadow was the one

place in all of the woods that was the most special to them. It was their true haven. To them it was

their true home. There they bandaged the eagle and built a cage for it. When it wouldn't eat on its

own, they force-fed it, afraid it would die if they didn't. And on the way back to the village, they

decided to keep it a secret. They decided to tell no one about their find.

Everyday they would rise early, making their way to the meadow. When they arrived at the

meadow, they would change the eagles bandages, clean its cage, and catch more food by trapping

young mice and rabbits. Around the third day, it began to eat on its own, and the two began to

breathe a little easier.

The two spent as much time in the meadow with the eagle as possible. Everyday the eagle

seemed to grow stronger and healthier. It was eating on its own. It was alert. It was even trying

to stretch its wings through the bandages.

Around the fourth week they were up early as usual, making their way to the meadow.

The sun had barely risen, and the grass was still wet with the dew. As they stepped into the

meadow. They froze.

The cage was wide open and the eagle was gone!They looked at each other then began looking around

the meadow. Both had suspected that someone in the village had found out about their eagle and taken it away.

As they looked around, their worry over someone from the village having taken it faded. There were no signs that

anyone had ever been in the meadow other than themselves.

They were puzzled, and as they looked around trying to understand this mystery, the girl glanced up.

And there she saw the eagle. High on a tree limb at the edge of the meadow above the cage,

perched the eagle whose life they had saved. The bandage was off of its shoulder and draped

over that limb.
The girl nudged her friend. He looked at her and then looked at her looking up. When both pair

of eyes were looking, the eagle solemnly bowed to them. Their eyes widened in amazement!

They didn't know much about eagles, but they didn't think eagles bowed to people - much less

children. But then it became stranger. The eagle fixed them both with his eyes and

he began to speak.

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