indian souls**
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
That must be a common trait... Wife is 1/4 Oneida and she can tell more about the plants and animals in her sleep than I can awake. Many a night she will wake me and tell me that one of our outside dogs has turned over his water and is thirsty - Never fails - I get up and go check and so far she has a 100% average.
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<<<
Agree, and still laughing.
A city gal moved a quarter mile from my place in Wellton, she and her uncle would stop in the coffee shop, where I worked and I would tell them something my Siamese cat had said or any of the animals.
Eileen would nod and smile.
A few months later, Eileen came tearing into my yard, in her very old truck, jumped out yelling “My cat talked to me, I thought you were nuts, when you said your animals talked!!!”
We had brought the male Siamese from Oregon with us and he ruled the roost.
Eileen came down one day to tell me another cat story.
Her bed was near the door and in the morning, early, her cats would come to the screen door and meow, she would wake up and let them in to eat, LOL, that means she got to open the door about 6 times.
One morning, she was more alert and thought “wait a minute, I don’t own that many cats!!”, so she put on her glasses and let the cats back out one by one and the last one was my Bambino.....he had learned the code word to get the door opened.
With my white hair, I look Scots, but I can see that I showed my true genes even as a young person, dark haired.
I have always been a gardner.