After writing, Hiding in Plain Sight, a story about the possible discovery of an Indian Burial Mound on my neighbors’ property, I began to reflect back on my own near death experience, (NDE) three years ago April 2005. I was in church helping out at a funeral for a 17 year old boy in our congregation, when I suffered a near fatal brain aneurysm.
Author: <span>Alyce Clover</span>
Two weeks after my first backyard Indian Arrowhead find, I found several more. April is a busy outdoor clean up time for me and it was while weeding in the same area where I found the first, several more were unearthed. One arrowhead find is no big deal, but finding several in one area means something more was going on in that particular spot. Possibly some kind of religious ceremony was held in my backyard hundreds to maybe thousands of years ago. This could explain the earlier chanting heard that I wrote about in a previous story, Indian Arrowhead Spirit.
As a child, I wasn’t exposed to the culture of my Cree Indian ancestry or any American Indian culture for that matter. Anything I learned was through my own research as an adult.
“Everyone who comes to America should learn to speak English.” If I only had a nickel for every time I heard this idealistic statement. This statement might work in a perfect world, but our world is far from perfect.
Yesterday I found an Indian Arrowhead in my backyard not far from my bedroom window. It may be hundreds to thousands of years old. Being of Cree Indian ancestry makes me appreciate this artifact even more. I gave it a place of honor on my dresser so it can be seen first thing every morning; a reminder of the Indian elders who once inhabited this land.
Like my late paternal grandmother, I love unusual names and gardening. I never met Grandma Florence as she died in 1933, twenty-five years before my birth.
Move over Dr. Phil! There’s nothing more therapeutic than mindless yardwork on a beautiful spring day.
The exercise from raking leaves, pulling weeds and disposing of the skeletons of last year’s annuals, causes a natural high. The revitalizing visual satisfaction comes after the cleanup when crocus, tulips, hyacinths, daffodils and narcissi are revealed. For a moment, all is as it should be.
My final reward is a cup of herb tea with honey on the front porch; feeling content all my hard work got my mind off the world’s troubles, even if only for an hour.