A Native American grandfather talking to his young grandson tells the boy he has two wolves inside of him struggling with each other. The first is the wolf of peace, love and kindness. The other wolf is fear, greed and hatred. "Which wolf will win, grandfather?" asks the young boy. "Whichever one I feed," is the reply. |
Every animal knows more than you do |
It is better to return a borrowed pot with a little something you last cooked in it |
It takes a thousand voices to tell a single story |
No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning |
We always return to our first loves. |
We do not inherit the land from our ancestors, we borrow it form our children. |
Women are like a hurricane, at first warm wet and wild and in the end they take your house and your car and leave you with nothing. |