Native American wisdom

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[Goodgrief]

​"Do not cry on my grave, for I am not gone".

 

[Goodgrief]

Here are a few tips I learned from my grand parents who lived close to Native settlements:

Boiled birch bark will cure a fever.

If you get stung by a hornet or wasp, a mud pack will ease the pain.

The height at which a wasps nest sits indicates the snow fall amount for the next winter.

If a loon starts singing on a lake when you are fishing, pack up your gear and go somewhere else. The fish won't bite.

 

[01Aladdin]

If there's a loon singing anywhere near me i'd be looking to move away from him as fast as possible...

This last one... when i was searching i was looking more for funny ones or real truisms we could all relate to - then this one popped up and my jaw kinda dropped...

 

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[muchtrouble10]

[QUOTE="Goodgrief, post: 4460742]Here are a few tips I learned from my grand parents who lived close to Native settlements:

Boiled birch bark will cure a fever.

If you get stung by a hornet or wasp, a mud pack will ease the pain.

The height at which a wasps nest sits indicates the snow fall amount for the next winter.

If a loon starts singing on a lake when you are fishing, pack up your gear and go somewhere else. The fish won't bite.
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I hadn't heard about birch bark, but willow bark is the origin of aspirin.

 

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[Goodgrief]

This is the prayer I recited at my mother's funeral. It very much describes her spirit.
An Old Indian Prayer
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am there,I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow
.I am the Sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain
.When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
.I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
.I am not there: I did not Die

 

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