Totem Pole Spirits of Love… Native American Culture and Traditions…

The Totem Pole moves my soul…

Totem poles are monuments created by First Nations of the Pacific Northwest to represent and commemorate ancestry, histories, people, or events. Totem poles are typically created out of red cedar, a malleable wood relatively abundant in the Pacific Northwest, and would be erected to be visible within a community.”

“A totem is a spirit being, sacred object, or symbol of a tribe, clan, family or individual. Some Native American tribe’s tradition provides that each person is connected with nine different animals that will accompany him or her through life, acting as guides.”

Totem Pole over looking Little Whale Cove…

http://ctsi.nsn.us/ Siletz Tribe…. Click this link…

What is your Totem Pole Spirit? I think about many animals that move my spirit. Animals speak to my soul…

The Eagle comes to mind. I watch Eagles fly above in Little Whale Cove. Their freedom and independence strikes me the most…

I watch the Gray Whales from the shore. These amazing and beautiful animals show love for family and caring for their young ones.

Salmon run up streams and rivers giving new life to all things. The little fingerlings go back to sea and renew life once again…

The furry friends in our lives bring unconditional love and kindness we need the most. They show us true friendship when a friend is needed in times of despair and joy…

What is your animal spirit? What comes to you in your dreams?

Native American Culture and Traditions…

I have been spiritually moved by Native American Culture and Traditions for many decades. But as a younger man on a fast track in my career and everything else, I didn’t know why.

My spirit has always been moved when reading, learning, and exploring Native American history, a very rich history, indeed. I felt their soul. My soul was touched each time and in between…

I was raised a Catholic. I’m a Christian. But Christianity never touched my soul the way Native American culture did.

I know why now. When growing up studying the Catholic teachings, their was something missing. I know now it was my soul.

I didn’t understand or know spirituality as a kid and young man. I thought a ‘soul’ was something rewarded to those who were worthy. I never felt worthy, never ever, until now…

I know now that the first step in finding one’s soul is knowing and feeling your soul. I needed to feel my soul to find my soul…

Native American Culture and beliefs touched my soul deeply. God lives in all things of nature, in the stars, and in the heavens above.. God lives in all peoples and living things…

The early Americans who loved North America worshiped the land. All things living were sacred. Natives surrounded themselves with spirits of love and forgiveness…

When they killed Buffalo, the hunt was a sacred gift. Warriors hunted only so many Buffalo to feed and clothe their families. The skins were used for shelters, lodges, and to keep them warm from the winter’s cold…

After the kill, each Buffalo was honored as a scared gift. When trees were cut, each tree was honored in the same way… All living things were sacred…

Natives knew how to heal warriors who suffered from too many battles. They cared for the children and families who lost fathers in tribal wars, and in fighting the white man.

The white man stoled Native lands. They pillaged, raped and killed without respect for Native American culture. The white man showed little respect for the land and nature’s sacred gifts.

The white man finally realized the true love and spirit of Native American culture. We now honor Native traditions and culture as our own.

It is never too late for forgiveness and love… We can only live in peace and love as one…

As I explore the beaches and forests of the Oregon Coast, Natives are ever present in my mind. My soul heals and my spirits sore…

Animal spirits sing along my soul each and every day in Little Whale Cove. It is this feeling that makes my heart and soul feel alive with love and joy…

I know my soul now. I live in peace and harmony with God’s love now… I know now that God loves all of us, not just some of us…

Steve Sparks, Author, Blogger, Mental Health Advocate. And aspiring artisan…
Matt and Mattie, my Canadian Honker friends, heal my soul…