We have that. My maternal maternal great grandmother was Cherokee also. Her mother got to Oklahoma on the TOT. My family has always just been white. But, you described something I see in us. Some of "us" are just different in the old way. It's easy to tell which ones are different, it seems there's not gradual mixing. Just some of us don't fit right.
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Y’all are too funny! My siblings and I look as white bread as possible, but some of us have the understanding, some don’t. Ours manifests in a...better communication...is the only word that fits—with animals and plants. Sounds hokey, but I guess you have to be there. My Cherokee side comes from my paternal great grandma. They lived in NC and Kentucky.
And who says we don’t fit right? It’s everyone else that doesn’t fit! LOL
But, you described something I see in us. Some of “us” are just different in the old way. It’s easy to tell which ones are different, it seems there’s not gradual mixing. Just some of us don’t fit right.<<<
You are so right, we are different and more in touch with God and the soil.
My minister [ordained Baptist] brother, never understood that for me God was in a garden and not dressed up in a building, dozing off, as I never could sit still.
How anyone can look at the miracle of the plants and all they bring to us and not accept that there is a stronger force than man, I will never understand.
One of my real estate clients was a Nez Prez Elder and I talked to him about the Indian’s respect for Mother Earth, that so many are making an issue of, I am speaking of the non-indian here.
He said that I did not need to worry, that God created Mother Earth and asked her to watch over the earth and keep it safe.
I cracked up several years ago, a garden group was so excited about the latest additive to their gardens and how expensive it was.
Cornmeal, the same offering that I think every Indian tribe makes to God and Mother Earth, during every ceremony.