Cherokee
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This print is inspired by my Native American ancestors. It is meant to represent and portray the beauty of the Native American woman. / “WYANET”- BEAUTIFUL
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for the next few days will be putting on some thing completely different from me ,an endoscopy professer offered me a to go to cranfield university with him in his cherokee piper biplane to take some pics so i jumped at the chance and took loads of pics in air and at cranfield so hope mot to bore you its totally different to what i have been putting on ,hope you enjoy.
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There are a fair few Rainbow Warriors here on the bubble – and Hilary has her own little gang of them….I thought we needed a piece of heART…. CHEROKEE STORY Lelanie Fuller Stone “The Cherokee Lady”, relates the story that her grandmother told her when she was a young girl: Do you know what a rainbow is ?? / Yes, a beautiful bow of colors in the sky. / Do you know what a warrior is ?? / A warrior is a brave person. / One who has courage instead of being afraid. Now let me ask you a question. / Do you love animals or hate animals? / Do you love trees or hate trees? / Do you love people or hate people? / Do you love the rainbow or hate the rainbow? Well, if you love animals and trees, people and / rainbows, then maybe you are a / “Warrior of the Rainbow”
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Blue Moon rider so many moons ago, it seems / Land and Sky were vast as was Creators’ scheme Alas, it’s now gone as human progress forsakes / All living things forgotten and lost to a memory’s keepsake As I await our call to return to All our Relations / While in dreams I long for a Tribe of All Nations… WindOwl 2008 A pencil sketch photographed and edited with Wacom Graphic pad and layered with Harvest Moon shot in Photoshop7.
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The photograph is of a framed card that was gifted to us, years ago. While the saying is Cherokee and we have used this parable with our children, grandchildren, friends and family for years. In fact, my husband and I remind one another, whether we are BEING a bad wolf or a good wolf, while reacting to life’s observances.
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Designer of famous Central Park in NYC, Olmsted was given an entire series of parks to design in Louisville, Kentucky. Louisville’s park system was the last designed by Frederick Law Olmsted and one of only five such systems across the country. Known nationally as the defining park system of his career, it stands today as one of his best-preserved works, reflecting the genius of Olmsted’s vision. In all, Olmsted and his successor firm developed plans for 18 parks and 6 parkways that today comprise Louisville’s historic park system. http://www.olmstedparks.org/
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On July 11, 2009 this image won the The Heartland – My Favorite Place challenge and was featured on the homepage. Taken from a Smoky Mountain overlook at Calderwood Dam in Tennessee. Please don’t copy or download this image. My photos may NOT be reproduced and/or used in any form without my written permission. If you want this photograph, I would be honored for you to purchase it. ©2008 Patricia Montgomery | Bucks Mountain Galleries | All rights reserved.
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We ask for the Earth to be cleasned, / the sky to be Blue, / the Water to be clean and / our land to return to the way it should be. / We were sent here to be guardians and you jailed us. / We were sent here the take care of the Earth and you killed us. / We are still here, now, with your children demanding that you stop the poision, the slaughter of children and be a protector with us. TK ROSEVEAR / Please read TKS story on the Tears. / Also like into Sophie Shapiro / Unseen / As Sophie did paintings for all the tribes of the Cherokee on this day. MUSIC /
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The Beginning of the Trail...
by tkrosevearA collaboration of art and writing in remembrance…
coppertrees and myself are connected to the ways of Nature, the cycles of life, the rhythm of the planets, stars and the Sun and Moon, and the collective energy of humans, animals and all the inhabitants of our planet and Universe overcoming fear, embracing change and living with appreciation and gratitude for each breath we take and each moment we are alive! / We are ALL ONE Tribe… Amazing Grace
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Today 4th November 2008 we commentate one of the saddest episodes of our history, men, women, and children were taken from their land, herded into makeshift forts with minimal facilities and food, then forced to march a thousand miles(Some made part of the trip by boat in equally horrible conditions). Under the generally indifferent army commanders, human losses for the first groups of Cherokee removed were extremely high. John Ross made an urgent appeal to Scott, requesting that the general let his people lead the tribe west. General Scott agreed. Ross organized the Cherokee into smaller groups and let them move separately through the wilderness so they could forage for food. Although the parties under Ross left in early fall and arrived in Oklahoma during the brutal winter of 1838-39, he significantly reduced the loss of life among his people. About 4000 Cherokee died as a result of the removal. The route they traversed and the journey itself became known as “The Trail of Tears” or, as a direct translation from Cherokee, “The Trail Where They Cried” (“Nunna daul Tsuny”). These all are prophecies / Of what shall be, / When Freedom’s sons shall / Leave their brothers free. Words by Albery Allson Whitman The Beginning Of The Trail – By TKroseverar – And – Coppertrees I would like to add a special thank you to Tammy – For Naming Each Of The 13 paintings I have uploaded to commemorate this day. Please let us take a moment today to reflect on these events and together start a healing process to bond our futures. Music – Trail of Tears These paintings are dedicated to The American Indians – Painted with My Spirit Guides – Healing Thoughts And Love From The Sparrows / /
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‘The only thing which has to heal is the illusion of being separate.’ / Wilfried Fink I was so deeply moved today by The Beginning of the Trail by tkrosevear and coppertrees / After experiencing this beautiful piece honoring the Cherokee Nation and commemorating the 170th anniversary of the Trail of Tears, I was inspired to create this piece of art for Peace among Nations…all colors, all peoples…. Mitakuye Oyasin—We Are All Related. / (DOHIYI is PEACE in the Cherokee language)
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In honor of the anniversary of my ancestors, The Cherokee (Tsalagi) – I wish to share a part of myself with all who have joined The Beginning of a new Trail... The Spirit of the Native Indian group has honored us all on this day and for this I am grateful. The photograph is part of an old quilt with the Cherokee Seven -pointed star which represents the seven clans; I am of the Bird Clan, our color is purple and our wood is Maple; the Owl represents my name “WindOwl”, this particular Owl is a barn owl that I rescued several years ago from being shot, then run over – I learned much from this raptor while we spent 9 months together, before his release. Cherokee Prayer / Oh Great Spirit, / grant that I never find fault with my neighbor / until I have walked the trail of life in his moccasins. DOHIYI to ALL who have joined in this remembrance… Coppertrees / Sophie / jan landers / Romo Amazing heARTworks…
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My Cherokee grandmother often visits me in my dreamtime, last evening as the Full Moon approached, her bright pulsating light approached me in my dreams. / There was an intensity that I had not previously noticed within the beating light energy she presents with and her voice was strong. “WindOwl”, she said, “You and your fellow beings will witness the great transformation. It is reshaping the human consciousness and it will be larger than the genesis of humanity. You have seen, in the past few generations, every human experiencing more than their five senses can detect. Their understanding of themselves and their experiences are changing dramatically, as they sense themselves as more than they thought they were, more than bodies and minds, more than accidents in a random universe of inert – dead matter. Everything is an expression of Life, a form of Life – there is nothing but life and we are Life. / With this transformation comes new potential as well as new experiences, a new way of evolving as well as a new way of experiencing ourselves, and a new understanding of power. This new way of evolving is spiritual growth. The old species evolved through survival, now this will not be sufficient. We will long for more than existence, something more significant, for the reason we were born. We will long to touch meaning and purpose and to live them. This new way of understanding power will align our personality with our souls. The old way was through manipulation and control, now counterproductive and producing only violence and destruction. The new potential is the Universal Human, beyond nations, religions, races, sexes and economics – citizens of the Universe whose allegiance is to LIFE.” Her voice paused and she instructed me to breathe deeply, then she continued, “My child, you are to assist in the creation of authentic power, to contribute to the new species that we are becoming by providing support, love and tools that help illuminate the differences between the frightened parts of the personality and loving parts of the personality, revealing opportunities to challenge, cultivate and chosse intentions, consulting intuition and trust the Universe. Teach all you know to experiment with creativity, following your healthiest impulses and use your life consciously and constructively.” Her voice faded, as she showed pictures in my mind of a child being born, a marraige experiencing conflict, the nations economic turmoil to a flower emerging and opening a new vision of interpersonal and social structures built on harmony, cooperation, sharing and reverence for Life. / This was a most beautiful experience that I will treasure today, tomorrow and always…whether a dream or reality, I will heed my Grandmother’s message from the other side and continue to share. / I am grateful to be sharing this journey with you. WindOwl 12/12/08 tkrosevear The photo is of a sculpture I did after one of the first dreamtime visits from my Grandmother (whom I never knew physically) edited in Photoshop7 Transformation
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As I walk this Native American path of the “Good Red Road” / I awaken to say good morning to Grandfather Sun, in ode; Gratitudes spoken to the four directions and All Our Relations / Father Sky and Mother Earth, not leaving out any Creations; I raise the pipe high, letting smoke rise to the Spirit, so great / asking for peace and abundance in messages to generate; Towards the “Blue Road to Spirit”, my soul flies high to seek / For my sisters and brothers to thrive whether strong or weak; As Grandmother Moon rises, again I will drum, dance and sing / Until the ways of our ancestors’ prayers are brought upon wings; Proud to be related to the clawed, finned, crawling and standing / my voice will be heard in the stars of great truth and understanding. DOHIYI (PEACE in Cherokee) to the Tribe of All Nations ! WindOwl 1/4/2009 tkrosevear A Tribute to all Tribes This is a merge of 7 photographs for the Sun/Moon challenge for the Spirit of Native American group
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As I finished this work this morning, I was soon reminded that my path must be sacred and true, as I witnessed 4 Bald Eagles and 2 Golden Eagles sitting along the river treeline, never since we’ve been here have I seen a grouping like this together. My body was tingling from head to toe and I got so caught up in the beauty, I could only take a few photographs (which I’ll share soon). / In Northern America, the Eagle was considered great medicine power. To the Native Americans there were different kinds and divisions of Eagles. The Golden Eagle had a very high rank. The most potent and magical was the Sky Eagle which the Iroquois called Shadahgeyah. Among the Hopi, the Eagle god was called Kwahu and according to their legends, this great bird seldom came below the clouds; only the holiest of Shamans ever saw it. Even the Aztecs said this bird represented celestial power and the rising Sun. / As a Solar Eclipse approaches with the Chinese New Year on 1/26/09, the thought behind this Mandala becomes more clear…”We Are ALL One Tribe” Rainbow Hoop Created with Wacom Graphic pad/pen and enhanced with Redfield plug-in fractilius filter and photoshop7
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Brown charcoal, 20×30 cm, Hahnemühle, www.arts-and-faces.de
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Savior of a Language This photograph is of a Cherokee shawl, a plate of the Cherokee alphabet (found miraculously at a yard sale many years ago) with a merged photo of a bust of sequoyah from a museum. Sequoyah was born between 1760 and 1770 five miles from the original Cherokee capital of Chota in Tuskegee, now part of Tennessee. At that time, the Cherokees were an independent nation still living on their original tribal lands. They were coexisting with the British Colonies as equal neighbors and were making seperate trade agreements with the government. / Sequoyah’s mother ‘Wurteh’ belonged to a prominent Cherokee family, whose three brothers and nephew were all chiefs. Sequoyah’s father was probably a white shopkeeper, named Nathaniel Gist with whom Wurteh lived until he went home to Virginia, while Sequoyah was still an infant. Gist had nothing further to do with either of them and died before Sequoyah became famous. / Wurteh brought up Sequoyah in a little cabin in the Overhills country, resembling a fullblood, was interested in everything and became a blacksmith and self-taught silversmith. He was naturally mechanical and a gifted artist whose special talent was for drawing animals. He married, had a family of four sons and settled on some land in the village of Tallahassee, not far from his birthplace. / As a very young man he had noticed the power that the ability to read gave the white man. He began to think and talk, both jokingly and seriously, about creating an equivalent advantage for the Cherokees. / About 1806 he and other Cherokees were forced off their land, and he moved his family to Alabama. In 1809 he started working on the syllabary, with a pair of silver spurs on which he had a friend stamp his Cherokee name in English letters – sitting for hours turning the spurs in his hand, thinking and jotting down tentative ideas on wood shingles. He used his nephew’s speller and some printed alphabets lent by missionaries for ideas as to the function of the letters. For the sounds of the letters represented he had to rely on his own powers of analysis, since he knew no English at all at this time. / The alphabets he saw are supposed to have included English, Hebrew and Greek. / During the Creek War of 1813-1814, he fought against the Creek for the US Government, interrupting his work, but after injuring his leg, he returned to the syllabary zealously until the cabin that contained all his work burnt down. / Migrating to Arkansas, he started over on the syllabary, reducing 200 letters to 86, remarried in 1815 and in 1821 was granted a hearing before the tribal council presenting written messages between his daughter and himself, proving writing worked just as well in Cherokee as in English. The council was impressed and Sequoyah began teaching youths and in a few months the whole nation was reading and writing the Official Cherokee alphabet in 1821. / In 1825, a medal was struck for him by the US and he began Cherokee periodical printed in Cherokee. He also visited Washington on behalf of the Cherokees in 1827, prior to the ‘Trail of Tears’. In 1839, as the president of the Westaern Cherokees, with his cousin George Lowrey, the president of the Eastern Band, they co-signed an Act of Union, uniting the two previously separated and warring tribes. / In 1842, he set off to Mexico looking for dissident members of the tribe, apparently becoming ill and dying around San Fernando, Mexico in 1843, where his grave has never been found. Like so many traditional heroes of other nations, he had vanished into legend, leaving a legacy of an alphabet, language and writing skills for his people.
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Suddenly the hour is gone…and it is anybody’s guess what we did with it. / Did we enjoy anything? / U li lo hv s gi, pleasant times are for a purpose, the Cherokee believes. / It is not just u wo tiv di, something to amuse us, but pleasure slows the heart, lowers blood pressure and gives ease to the mind. / Something beyond the awareness tries to slow the human spirit from living so intensely. / It is not natural to push the mind and body until such weariness takes over that there is no natural relief. / A pause, a a tsa we so lv s di, which means repreive or rest, will give us strength and renewed vision. / Without it, we are burned out and we enjoy nothing. Have a vision not clouded by FEAR! Sing and dance with joy… Cherokee Dance of Spirit photograph of a coaster, edited in photoshop7 and redfield plug-in fractilius
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This standing being once rooted deep in the Earth / the rivers’ waters ran high, uprooted her for rebirth A magical aura surrounds her form, in remains / as she respectfully identifies our humble domain At her base sits the medicine and strength of the Bear / whose introspective instinct fares none to compare Great Horned Owl, the largest of all night birds / guarding with discernment and outsmarting the absurd Enduring Elk supports our stamina and health / reminding us our persistence and hope brings wealth Our four-legged teachers, like the wise old wolf / taught us new paths and options, as the old were engulfed Secretive Bobcat, in her stillness, does silently watch / honoring mindfulness, with no dogma to debauch The great Buffalo reminds us scarcity is based upon fear / to be released and make way for abundance is made quite clear Atop the embodiment of Spirit, as the Eagle does soar / the freedom of oneness and connecting without keeping score Owl in the Moon oversees winds of ever-present change / whilst the realm of our ancestors broaden their range Clawed, winged, finned and even those who crawl / are akin upon Earth, as I avow never to intentionally maul As one score has passed, opening this brethrens’ door / to these medicine creatures, I gratefully accept much more than folklore. WindOwl 3/3/09 tkrosevear This photograph is of a tree downed in the rivers floods last year, that we brought to our entry and merged with photos of 7 creature teachers whom represent the four cardinal directions and above, below and within – the owl within the moon represents my spirit name and connection to them all. Animal Wisdom DOHIYI ;) XOXOX Medicine Cards
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native american indian painting by morgan fitzsimons / acrylic on canvas 12×16 featured in first things, spirit of the native american, wolves in art, imaginative realism
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A journey with Medicine Woman of the Arts / Winds blown in from Southwards chart Akin to the ways of all discovered and shared / through the ethers of cyberspace, sisters are paired Each morning our lotus grows in the mudrooms’ light / toasting dark roasted beans whilst Nature’s glory delights Destiny shares another wind spirit’s grateful soul / gathered in reverence to mark becoming one whole Playing with words unfolding similar life’s passion / Divinity guides in birds of a feather-like fashion Echoing childhood’s found in love’s radiant shine / Overcoming adversity so our power’s light is genuine Clan of Birds reunited in Tsalagi bloodlines lost / Two birds with one shared heart star-crossed… WindOwl 5/2009 This poem is an inspiration from our recent visit from Vickie/coppertrees who stayed with us at Wind River Ranch for two weeks, after communicating only through cyberspace and telephone for almost three years. I am so thankful to have been gifted with our meeting, sharing and kindred spirits’ uniting… DOHIYI ~ NIGHT BIRD Image of sketch photographed and edited in photoshop7 with saturation, painting, and fractilius filters utilized.
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...WEST INDIAN,AND BLACK… my HERITAGE / I am darn near related to everyone…may as well get along! SELF PORTRAIT ACRYLIC GLAZING on canvas board / abstracted COLLAGE OVERLAY
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Cherokee colors was just a name for a fall image. Being the curious sort, though, I had to Google it. I found this interesting tidbit on one of the websites (www.angelfire.com). The colors represent clans which are matrilineal. The Seven Clans / Bird Clan – Their color is Purple, and their wood is Maple / Blue Clan -Their color is Blue and their wood is Ash / Deer Clan – Their color is Brown and their wood is Oak / Paint Clan – Their color is White, and their wood is Locust / Twister Clan – Their color is Yellow and their wood is Beech / Wild Potato Clan – Their color is Green and their wood is Birch / Wolf Clan – Their color is Red and their wood is Hickory I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit of information. Created in Fractal Explorer. Post work in Photoshop. Featured in: A Fractal Energy Passion Sept 2009
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