Lessons from the Hopi Indians

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Yesterday I read a text from the Hopi Indians. The Hopi people have lived in Hopituskwa and have maintained their sacred bond with Maasaw, the ancient caretaker of the earth, to live as peaceful and humble farmers respectful of the land and its resources. I am sharing a poem from one of their tribe members Joy Harjo called "remember":

Remember the sky that you were born under,
Know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn and giving away to the night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled to give you form and breath.
You are evidence of her life, and her mother’s and hers.
Remember your father, his hands cradling your mother’s flesh, and maybe her heart too.
Or maybe not.
He is your life, also.
You are.
Red earth, yellow earth, white earth, brown earth
Black earth we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life, who all have their tribes, their families, their histories too.
Talk to them, listen to them.
They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice.
She knows the origin of the universe.
Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, in you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance that language is,
That life is.
Remember to remember.