Manataka American Indian Council







As told by Bonita Beautiful Meadowlark Sanders


First man and First Woman had an argument.

First Man said to First Woman, "Why are you so lazy? I told you to have my meal ready hours ago." First Woman said, "If you would have gathered fire wood, it would be ready." First Man yelled, "That is womenís work!" 

Then First Woman began to cry. This made First Man even more angry. "Why donít you just leave if all you can do is cry?" he said. So she did. 

She ran out the door of their lodge and through the clearing to the path at the edge of the forest. First Man paced the floor. "Good! He exclaimed, "I am glad she is gone." Then he looked out the door, thinking she was standing at the edge of the clearing. He stepped out of the door wagging his fist, he yelled, "And donít come back!"  

First Woman ran deep into the forest. The sun began to sink behind the mountain. First Man had calmed down by now. When she did not come back, he walked to the edge of the clearing. Again he called her name. Still she did not come. He began to call her name louder and louder. There was no response. 

The sky grew dark and the forest was darker. First Man returned to the lodge, thinking maybe she had slipped in while he was away. First Woman was not to be found.

"I will go look for her at daybreak," he thought as he lay down to sleep. But sleep did not come. All night long he tossed and turned thinking about the danger First Woman might encounter. He prayed for her safety.

Early the next morning, before the sun rose over the trees, First Man prayed as he entered the forest. "Creator," I am so sorry for the things I said to First Woman. Please cause a patch of flowers to spring up in her path. She will surely stop to smell them and I will be able to catch up to her and tell her how sorry I am." So the Creator placed a patch of beautiful flowers in her path. But she did not stop to smell them. In her anger, she kept walking fast.

First Man was fast on her tracks. He found the place where she had rested for the night. Shortly afterwards, he found the patch of beautiful flowers Creator had placed for her. He looked all around, but she was not to be found.

Again, he prayed, "Creator, she must be hungry by now. Please cause a patch of berries to spring up in her path, so when she stops to eat, I can catch up to her." Creator placed a patch of Blackberries in First Womanís path. The berries were tempting, but the briars tore at her soft skin. She ran on.

Soon First Man came across the Blackberry Patch. Seeing she was not there, he prayed once more "Creator, I am such a fool. You know far better than I what would please First Woman. Would you choose something to put in her path to slow her down, so I can tell her how much I love her?"

Creator reached down to the beautiful flower patch and picked the most delicate white flower. He then reached over and picked some berries and pricked his finger on the thorns. Drops of blood turned the berries large, bright red and heart-shaped. He placed the white flowers and the red berries in the path of First Woman. 

When First Woman saw the bright red berries and the delicate flowers she stopped to drink in their beauty. She saw no thorns so she tasted one of the berries. It was so sweet she sat down and began to eat her fill. She saw the berry was heart-shaped, so as she ate the berries she began to think of the sweet things First Man had done for her in the past. The more she ate, the more sweet things she remembered. Looking at the pure white flowers she remembered how pure her love for him had been. She began to sob. As she cried, she asked Creator to bring her husband to her, so she could tell him how sorry she was and how much she loved him.  

Just as she had finished praying, her husband appeared from behind a tree. They held each other, exchanged loving words and forgave each other.  

This is why the Cherokee always have fresh whole strawberries, jam and pictures in their home. It is a reminder not to argue with one another. Their heart-shape reminds us if we do slip and say something hurtful, to pray, ask for forgiveness and say loving words, just as First Man and First Woman did.


One day an old Indianís donkey fell down into a deep hole.  The animal cried piteously for hours as the Indian tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old and the hole needed to be covered up anyway.  It just wasnít worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his clan people to come over and help him.  They all began to shovel dirt into the well.  At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly.  Then, to everyoneís amazement, he quieted down.

A few minutes later, the old Indian finally looked down the hole and was astonished at what he saw.  With every handful of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing!  He would shake it off and take a step up.  Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the hole and trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt!  The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.  Each of our troubles is a stepping-stone.  We can get out of the deepest holes just by not stopping and never giving up!  All we have to do is shake it off and take a step up.

 Remember Five Simple Rules To Happiness:

 Free your heart from hatred.

Free your mind from worries.

Live simply.

Give more.

Expect less.



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