HEALTH/ WELLNESS
For the 20 Somethings
Natural human diet
Growing
food
Having fun
Mind Body Spirit connections
Chemical Recreations - Beer , wine and smoke
Exercise - Beer , wine and smoke
Exercise
In 1854, the government of United States made an offer for a large area of Indian land and promised a ‘reservation’
for the Indian people. Chief Seattle's reply is a most beautiful and profound statement on environment…
How
can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strage to us . If we do not own the freshness of the
air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining
pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and
experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the man…
We are part
of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are out sisters; the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our
brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man – all belong to the same family…
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes, and feed our children. If we sell
you our land, you must remember and teach your children, that the rivers are our brothers, and yours; and you must henceforth
give the rivers the kindness you would any brother…
There is no quiet place in the white man’s cities.
No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring, or the rustle of an insect’s wings. But perhaps it is because I
am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear
the lonely cry of the whipporwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? I am a red man and do not understand.
The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of a pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleansed
by a mid-day rain, or scented with the pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same
breath – the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air
he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell you our land, you must remember that
the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit will all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather
his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where
even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow’s flowers.
So we will consider your
offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition: The white man must treat the beasts of this land
as his brothers…
What is man without the beast? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from a great loneliness
of spirit. For whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to man. All things are connected.
You may teach to your
children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of our grandfather’s. So that they will respect the land, tell
your children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin. Teach your children what we have taught our children, that
the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit
upon themselves.
This we know: the earth does not belong to man; man belongs to the earth. This we know. All things
are connected like blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of
the earth. Man did not weave the web of life: he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself…
We may be brothers after all. We shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover – our
God is the same God. You may think now that you own Him as you wish to own our land; but you cannot. He is the God of man,
and His compassion is equal for the red man and the white. This earth is precious to Him, and to harm the earth is to heap
contempt on its Creator. The white too shall pass….
But in you perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the
strength of the God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose gave you dominion over this land and over the
red man. That destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are
tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. The end of living and the beginning of survival.
