MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

Showing posts with label Native Americans. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Native Americans. Show all posts

Thursday, October 13, 2022

HOMELAND

 


A series of essays….



NATIVE AMERICANS HAVE LIVED HERE FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS,
TRANSFERRING KNOWLEDGE FROM GENERATION TO 
GENERATION THROUGH STORYTELLING.


Photo Courtesy of PNSN


….as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E Hughes

Some say that with age comes wisdom. Unfortunately, this isn’t always the case. After all, how many years does our ex-president carry with him, as do many of the Republican members of the House and Senate? It would be far more simple to get my point across here without the added frustration of a retro punch (Hitler, Putin, and the demise of our democracy) of negative politics. Becoming totally oblivious to the events that shape our world is a choice I refuse to make.


My philosophy is if you don’t allow yourself to live with it, you will never be a part of the system that will, eventually, solve it. Therefore, the current situation we face in Washington D. C. will and should always be on our minds even if we’re able to tuck it away long enough to proceed with our daily lives. The more wisdom we seek—the closer we come to achieving the wisdom we require to make this a better world in which to live in.


When I was quite young and watching the wonder of television (test screen and all) while seated on the living room couch with my older brother, our young lives were surrounded by stereotypes of Indigenous People the likes of Tonto, the Lone Ranger’s sidekick. But mostly, we were affronted by the ‘Indians’ who scalped white settlers, kidnapped young white children and raised them within their own culture, and Indians who overindulged in drinking  ‘firewater’ (whiskey) and stole firearms to be used against the settlers who purportedly had the right to push them off their own land.


That was our guide in forming the concepts behind Indigenous People; black and white movies depicting European immigrants forcing their way onto native lands, pushing them back in order to spread out into this new land of possibility and opportunity. These immigrants were harbingers of their own religious beliefs and failed to recognize these lands as being a part of a world and its people who had existed here, without them, for centuries.


While playing cowboys and Indians, we were quick to depict  the cowboy as the good guy and the Indian as the bad guy. Who defended the rights of the Native Americans for protecting the only lifestyle they’d ever known? Certainly not the adolescent boy or girl of the 1950’s. Hollywood films were the counterpoint to historical reality. Historical reality was not to be found in classroom history books or on the small screen in our own homes. As children, our reality had been twisted with untruths that were embedded into our moral psyche for years to follow.


George Armstrong Custer became one of our unlikely heroes during the American Indian War while attempting to push the Native Indians off their own lands. His death, along with every soldier he led, became romanticized as “Custer’s Last Stand.”


Even George Washington resided on the side of our dark history with regard to Indigenous People and sought their land for his own prosperity. Due to his apparent greed for more land, he would offer the Natives a selling price. When it was not accepted, Washington declared them uncooperative and ordered what we would deem as genocide in order to remove them from their land. He would then claim what he called legal rights to the land for himself.


All powers have two sides: the power to create and the power to destroy. Once again, we are standing on the threshold of having to choose one side or the other.  We must learn to create a balance between them. This is exactly the current position of the Ukrainian people with Volodymyr Zelenskyy as their president and political leader. He stands straddling the line between saving his people and land by utilizing his power in an attempt to destroy their aggressor, Vladimir Putin. President Zelenskyy has had to create that balance of power out of necessity for the good of Ukraine itself; fighting for the homeland he loves so much.


In my lifetime, I never believed that the possibility of losing the freedoms offered by our democratic society was even something to have to think about—until recently. Unfortunately, our natural inclination to do right by the world is stifled, breeding despair when it should be inspiring action! Our treatment of Mother Earth is a prime example of not doing enough to change a negative course into a positive one. The intensity of weather patterns is placing the entire planet in jeopardy. This chain of events should be more than enough to inspire action in all of us. If survival is a basic instinct, then the greed and hunger for power within the Republican Party seems to tug even harder on the human soul!


Having recently read the book Braiding Sweetgrass written by Dr. Robin Wall Kimmerer, a Native American and ecologist who shares her knowledge of all plants intertwined with the rich history of the Indigenous People of her homeland, I profess to being able to better understand the plight of her people. I see a people that received the gifts of the land in the form of food, shelter, and love with open eyes and hearts and gave back to the land by planting the seeds so that all could continue to share the benefits of this living world. Always giving first via blessings in gratitude before taking what would sustain them, these soulful and generous people lived in harmony with Mother Earth. 


Their basic belief was, “Never damage Creation and never interfere with the sacred purpose of another being. Sustain the ones that sustain you and the earth will last forever.” What a beautiful philosophy this is. If only it were possible to turn back the hands of time and reproduce this mindset today.


Man’s greed in the belief that more is better, not returning back to the land what we have taken from it, and the power to create being less important than the power to destroy—will be our downfall. As Indigenous People cautiously welcomed the European immigrants onto their shores, their innate kindness and role of being one with Mother Earth blinded them to the possibility of others being cruel, greedy, and detrimental to their own well-being, as well as to the fate of their precious homeland.


History has been bent on suppressing anything from our past that would support or reveal the negative side of humankind. Why else are specific books being banned (as they have been in the past) if not to suppress knowledge, eliminate growth, and promote the dumbing-down of the general population? Isn’t it easier to control a less educated population than one that thrives on free thinking and the power behind learning?


As a child we were taught to believe in the harmful acts of Native Americans inflicted upon the ‘innocent settlers’ who, in actuality, were changing, by force, the entire lifestyle of a nation of people whose love and respect for their homeland extended back thousands of years. 


I must forgive my generation for being brainwashed against Indigenous Peoples. But, I cannot forgive those who, by now, have failed to learn the truth and continue to disrespect others by feeling superior towards them. 


Around twenty years ago a friend told me that our country was imploding, democracy would be the first thing to be eliminated, and it would happen in the not too distant future. At the time, I scoffed at the improbable idea of this ever happening. I do not make light of his predictions in the world we live in today. Today, I pray that we become students of mindfulness (focusing one’s awareness) and are able to utilize the power of creation over the power of destruction—or, at least, find a comfortable and working balance between the two…



Copyright © 2022 by Jacqueline E Hughes

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Thursday, April 25, 2019

WISDOM SEEKERS




A series of essays....

 
 "THE VIETNAMESE BUDDHIST MONK, THICH NHAT HANH'S
FINAL MINDFULNESS LESSON: HOW TO DIE PEACEFULLY......."
 COURTESY  VOX


....as seen through my eyes!







By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Every culture has its Guru, Thinker, Sensei, Mentor, Philosopher, Sage, Savant......

These Wisdom Seekers are people who are curious about the world and desire to learn and grow both emotionally and spiritually. They live with a passion for truth and devote the necessary energy to reflect on what it truly means to be wise. They make the decision to embark on a journey to discover and learn life’s lessons in order to become the wise elders who will lead their people forward into a brighter, more purposeful world. Because they live in the present, they grow stronger by changing the stigma of past regrets and earnestly seek to eliminate an anxiety ladened future.

I have had a lifelong fascination with three areas of beliefs that include deep thinking, a focus on the inner self, and a nomadic inner wisdom of survival based on common sense and practice. It has been a hope of mine to learn, grow, and prosper from their teachings, with the ability to live a more enlightened life.



"IT'S BETTER TO DIE ON OUR FEET
THAN TO LIVE ON OUR KNEES."

























As a freshman in high school, I became captivated by a book entitled Uhuru written by a remarkable author, Robert Ruark. In Uhuru, freedom has come to Kenya in East Africa after the Mau Mau Uprising that lasted from 1952 to 1960, a war between the Kenya Land and Freedom Army (KLFA), also known as Mau Mau, and the British colonists. Ruark describes what Kenyans (both black and white) do with it and how they celebrate and adapt to freedom. Ruark captures a country in flux and brilliantly catches the strong, colorful nuances of the trials and tribulations of a country in turmoil attempting to find its way into the future.

I was hooked. 

Devouring several more of his novels the summer before my sophomore year, I had learned every detail about the tyrant, Jomo Kenyatta, who ruled the Kikuyu people, the largest ethnic group in Kenya, without justice and with profound greed as his goal. In the meantime, I discovered a writer who believed in himself and understood the power of the written word. At the same time, he opened up my world to an indigenous people fighting for their freedom from both the white colonists, as well as their own selfish black leaders. 



ROBERT RUARK
          COURTESY WWW.RUARKSOCIETY.ORG



My desire and need to write had been reinforced and, long before ‘bucket lists’ had been established, a yearning to see as much of the world as possible and be introduced to her people and cultures became my goal, my obsession. I was ready to change the world and make it a better place to live...

Sometime around my final year of college at Michigan State University, mindfulness, meditation, and Buddhism were swiftly becoming a part of my daily practice and general train of thought. 


HERMAN HESSE PAINTING
BY SERGIO PAUL IANNIELLO
                                                    COURTESY  WWW.SAATCHIART.COM







A dear friend gifted me the book Siddhartha, a novel by Hermann Hesse, originally published in German in 1922. It deals with the spiritual journey of self-discovery of a man named Siddhartha during the time of the Gautama Buddha, around the year 563 BCE to 483 BCE. He was a monk, sage, philosopher, and wise teacher and a leader on whose teachings Buddhism was founded.

Listed as Philosophical fiction, Siddhartha was translated from German into English and published in the United States in 1951 and became influential during the 1960’s. It was a slim book. Only 152 pages. But fully charged with “experience, the totality of conscious events of a human life, that is shown as the best way to approach understanding of reality and attain enlightenment. It is the completeness of all of life’s experiences that allows Siddhartha to attain understanding.”  - Wikipedia.

Mindfulness is the psychological process of bringing one’s attention to experiences occurring in the present moment, which one can develop through the practice of meditation and through other training.

The Vietnamese Buddhist monk and peace activist who taught the world Mindfulness awaits the end of his life at a Buddhist temple outside Hue, Vietnam. At 92 years of age, Thich Nhat Hanh awaits liberation from the recurrent nature of existence after suffering a stroke in 2014. He has been quoted by Presidents and praised by Oprah as “one of the most influential spiritual leaders of our time.”



THE VIETNAMESE MONK
AND PEACE ACTIVIST,
THICH NHAT HANH

 






A pioneer in bringing Mindfulness to the West, Zen Master Thich Nhat Hanh has taught that we can all find happiness in the simple things in life such as peeling an orange or sipping a cup of tea and we can learn to live with peace and joy, fully awake to the present moment. Nominated by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. for the Nobel Peace Prize in 1967, Thich Nhat Hanh teaches us that the way to peace and happiness is through personal transformation, and that Mindfulness is the key.  - Mindfulness and Meditation

Through Nhat Hahn’s many writings I have learned that, “A Buddha is someone who is enlightened, capable of loving and forgiving.” I believe we are all a Buddha in our own right at certain times in our lives. I love the simplistic teachings of this beautiful and honorable man. I wish him well.

Within the last couple of decades I have been learning more and more about the history, habits, traditions, and culture of our own indigenous people. Native Americans, American Indians, Indigenous Americans and other terms, are the original peoples of the United States, with the exception of Hawaii. There are over 500 federally recognized tribes within the continental United States today.


MOON BEAM AND STRONG ARM OF THE
POTAWATOMI TRIBE THAT SETTLED
AROUND LAKE MICHIGAN


Growing up with black and white television shows in the 1950’s such as Broken Arrow, The Lone Ranger, and Gunsmoke, we had become familiar with ‘Hollywood Indians’ and formed preconceived ideas as to who and what the American Indian was all about. It wasn’t until later, and after much library research and reading various novels, such as Native American Wisdom by Kent Nerburn and Pushing The  Bear: A Novel of the Trail of Tears by Diane Glancy, did I begin to truly understand more about our Native Americans and the major role they continue to play in our nation’s history and development. 

I soon became enthralled by their nomadic lifestyle, sense of honor and traditions, natural medicines and herbal healing, devotion to family and their tribe, and connection with the spiritual world and how it honors and protects the knowledge and beliefs of their ancestors.  


THE AMERICAN INDIANS GIVE PRAISE TO THE SPIRIT
OF ALL THE SACRED ANIMALS WHO GIFT THEM
WITH FOOD AND PROTECTION


Spoken by someone who believes that animals have souls, I know that many of us have experienced the oneness we have with the spirit of an animal. Our indigenous population value our natural world and it is included within their views regarding the importance of life, death, nature, The Creator, and their experiences with white culture today, as well as throughout history.

The tale of sorrow, struggle, and betrayal suffered by the Cherokee Indians is told in their forced walk in 1838-39 from North Carolina to their ‘new territory’ of what is now Oklahoma and is called the Trail of Tears. 

Even after a peace treaty had been signed between the Cherokee people and the U.S. Government securing their homelands prior to his election, President Andrew Jackson believed that all American Natives were savages and had no rights to their own land. He signed the Indian Removal Act in 1830 and set in motion one of the most horrific acts toward the Cherokee Nation when in 1838 they were forced out of their lands and marched shackled in chains and at gunpoint over 1,200 miles over rough terrain. Over 4,000 of the 16,000 Native Americans died from hunger, exposure, and disease.

The Trail of Tears is yet one more example of the blight on the history of our country and its relationship with her people. The United Nations underscores the need to celebrate indigenous peoples, not confine them, and has organized the annual United Nations Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues with the idea of acting to recognize indigenous people all over the world and defend their collective rights.

Patience, however, has never been my forte. If I feel the need for positive change to be made, it is difficult for me to have to wait too long to have that change happen. When people have been so blatantly wronged, it is imperative to set things right as swiftly as possible. Even in this, our country fails at....miserably. 

Native Americans have always been Wisdom Seekers. They seem to have the patience of saints. Their quotes regarding nature, healing, and living a life filled with kindness and hope are being used more and more today due to their positive connection between nature and mankind. With global warming, being brought about by man’s disregard for Earth’s fragile makeup, and looming so large ahead of us, we should all listen to our Wisdom Seekers. If we make the necessary changes within us, both emotionally and spiritually, this will help guide us in making the physical changes we need to make in order to save our planet for ourselves and for future generations.







Copyright © 2019 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved




Thursday, April 13, 2017

TRIPLE THE LOVE





A series of essays.....



'PINK MOON RISING'



.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes

A PARIS FLOWER MARKET 

Having recently returned from the guest bedroom making certain that sheets were stripped from the bed and all towels that had been used were now in my possession to be washed, I sat down holding the envelope in my hands with a smile beaming across my face. Our guests, our good friends, our link with the past, present, and future...had left us a priceless gift, secretly allowing it to nestle among the four pillows that reside on the Queen-sized bed, in the yellow-striped room with purple accents, specifically for us to discover after their departure.

A self proclaimed lover of beautiful gift cards, she decorated the envelope with our names and miniature hearts and I proceeded to slit open the cream colored paper with surgical precision, preserving its integrity as much as possible, as memories of our time together danced in my head. Sliding the card from its temporary confinement, a Parisian flower market began to emerge as French blue pots filled with bright purple blooms were encompassed by similar sized beige pots bursting with thick, green ferns along with an ancient, curlicued iron bench weathered in rust and sporting white paint chips as if it were wearing fish scale accessories in order to impress the potted plants that regally sat upon it.

After successfully releasing the garden, inch by inch, from its captivity, I opened the 'tiny book' anxious to discover the collection of handcrafted words composing the message I was to savour, appreciate, delight in for several moments before extending the joy I felt by rereading the words a second and third time. Personal sentiments addressed from the heart, adorning paper with affirmative expressions, coinciding with our own identical feelings, with the hope of capturing similar moments in the near future...thus proclaimed the dark blue swirls. Until next time, sweet friends, this Parisian flower market will continue to remind us of you and forever connect us with your thoughtfulness, kindness, and love.

Expressly dedicated to Michael and Marsha.

PARIS FLOWER MARKET
                                       Photo Credit Marilyn A. Roofner 





  
FOR THE LOVE OF PROSE POETRY

CHARLES
BAUDELAIRE
My hat (beret?) off to those remarkable men of Nineteenth-century France, originators and practitioners of Prose Poetry, with their musical names such as Mallarmé, Bertrand, Rimbaud, and Baudelaire that seem to sing and dance right off of the tongue when said aloud. Not to be confused with short short stories or micro-stories, Prose Poetry, a hybrid genre showing attributes of both prose and poetry, may be indistinguishable from them in the end. Frequently misinterpreted as a modern concept, the style and appeal of Prose Poetry can be as light and mystifying as a full-moon rising over the River Seine at a time when Impressionistic painters, the likes of Monet, Renoir, and Pissarro, walked the streets of Paris in search of backers for their monumental works of art. 

Prose Poems can be tender little morsels of life presented Tapas style, each small, savory bite richly concentrated with unique flavors and spices waiting to burst open in your mouth, providing satisfaction through extreme intensity. Although each poem tells a story in itself....often transitioning one story smoothly into the next allows an author to connect the emotional dots between birth to death, beginning to end, while each curvaceous puzzle piece awaits its turn in assisting to complete the larger picture.

Soul searching. Concentrating on a common theme. Evoking emotions in others by means of example and personal recall. With styles as variable as the ingredients it would take to produce each story, creators of Prose Poetry offer their own interpretations of life based upon experiences and long-term beliefs that served to shape them into the individuals they had become by the time their first thoughts were ever transcribed. Location, interaction with others, religious beliefs, joy and sorrow, and economic status become power sources for those seeking this concentrated form of personal expression. From the works of Charles Baudelaire to Bob Dylan, and all of the many modern day writers who are accomplished in writing Prose Poems, I salute you!


APRIL 2017 IS POETRY MONTH




'PINK MOON RISING' 

I stepped outside last night to take a picture of the Pink Moon. Our neighbor saw me and called over to say hello and ask how we were doing. It took only a few minutes, but well spent time, for sure. Turning back to my task at hand, I was pleasantly surprised to see how you can say hello to your neighbor, talk for a moment or two and, instantly, the night sky changes colors on you as if the 'filter wheel' has suddenly rotated, red, green, yellow, and blue light....continually illuminating the silver, aluminum tree. In this case, pale pink sky outlined by dusky, gray clouds transitioned into shades of French blue capped-off by a misty crown of pale lavender. The Pink Moon came alive amidst the myriad of colors.


THE 'PINK MOON' SHROUDED
IN A VEIL OF MISTY LAVENDER


The full moon tonight will reach its peak at 2:08 a.m. The moon will be on the opposite side of the Earth and the sun will be illuminating it, making it extra bright. I can assure you that I won't be experiencing its peak and, neither will our neighbor. I did make it outside for a few more photo ops, however....while the night was still young. The white hot sphere, by this time, had positioned itself between the branches of our live oak tree simulating a large, bright ball that had been recently flung from a giant's slingshot and cast out into the depths of the deep blue sky.


A GIANT'S SLINGSHOT


But why is it called the 'Pink Moon' if, in actuality, it is so white and bright? I discovered a reason behind the lovely name.

As with most stories surrounding the titles and reasoning behind the naming of the full moons throughout the year, it has to do with our Native Americans. They named this April moon after an outrageously pink wildflower known as phlox. This wild ground flower blossoms prolifically early-on in the month of April in North America. No pink colored moon tonight. Instead we honor the rights of Spring and all of the beautiful delights it has to offer us. I can certainly handle and celebrate that!


A FIELD OF PINK PHLOX


Surprise! I woke up early enough this morning to say goodbye to the 'Pink Moon' in the Western sky while just in time to welcome the rising sun peeking its glorious head out from the treetops to the East as it was slowly rising over the Atlantic coastline. What a wonderful and amazing world this is!



Copyright © 2017 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
All rights reserved