Animated Gif By:
Dragon Light ( Alex Swansson)
American Stories including Wolves Within, Tiny Blades Of
Green, Hummingbird, Dream Song of The Eagle
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
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
The boy looked intently into his grandfathers eyes and asked,
"Which one wins grandfather?"
The grandfather smiled and said, "The one that I
Blades Of Green
This is a true story. When I was very young, very
sensitive and vulnerable, a typical teenage
of events happened and , left me feeling betrayed. I now
share this with
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
"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
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
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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This is a true story of what happened with me that I tell here
and share now
was a time of great turmoil in my life and I was having some
then, this happened.
Tiny, littlest mama, you visited me today.
Your vibrating wings an invisible image loudly hum their song to
Your stay all too brief, you
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
Tiny iridescent jewel child, your wings not large enough to hum
you dart, and dance, and dangle before my eyes as your loving
Precious shimmering jewel smaller than my thumb, you vibrate
with all the life of creation
your being, and drink from petaled goblets Earth Mothers'
The days have weaved a bonding web of friendship, almost
the presence of each other.
Your stays are longer and, together we speak. You grace my
realm and I'm but a
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
you a message for me?"
My heart is heavy knowing that soon you must leave. Oh
sparkling elusive jewel friend,
shall miss you so. "Have you a message for me?"
I pray the pathways you fly,
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
soft hum of little wings.
**When little brother leaves this realm the Great Spirit will
lift his little soul to the heavens
when you see a rainbow, It's all the Hummingbirds who have come
again in the sunshine; and so, rainbow gets its colors and
reminds us of
message -- Peace, Love, Harmony. This is the message
brother brought to me.
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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
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
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
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
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
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.
she motioned to the sky, telling her friend that maybe there
might be a mother and father
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
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
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
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
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,
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
their true home. There they bandaged the eagle and built
a cage for it. When it wouldn't eat on its
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
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
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.
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
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.