On the bank of the river
Stood Running Bear
Young Indian brave
On the other side of the river
Stood his lovely Indian maid
Little White Dove was her name
Such a lovely sight to see
But their tribes fought with each other
So their love could never be
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love big as the sky
Running Bear loved Little White Dove
With a love that couldn't die
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9V-9dSPb_A )
Some of the graphics in this video are really beautiful. No reality, but pretty.)
Good morning, everyone. We spent yesterday afternoon in one of the Karen hilltribe villages up in the mountains yesterday afternoon, helping to distribute blankets and warm jackets, and it got me thinking about all native peoples around the world and the misconceptions that abound. Winter temps fall close to freezing in the evenings in January and February in the mountain villages in northern Thailand, and most of these folks live in homes built from woven split bamboo... If there ARE windows, there is certainly no glass in them... and the only warmth comes from open fires outside...
It's good to remind myself just how fortunate I am... A lot of people are content with a lot less.
Starting today with some tea one of the village women gave me. She knows I'm a tea drinker (I've been visiting this village for many years, usually supply the photos for their elder's funeral pictures as I've taken thousands of family images there over the years.) It's locally grown tea that they process into an Oolong-type tea and sell in roadside stalls. Tastes like sh!te, but drinking it keeps me thinking. I don't want to forget...
Stitchawl