I have been reading everything I can get my eyes on about American Indians. I am utterly fascinated by their philosophies. The stories told by the Elders were the moral foundation on the cultures. The Grandmas and Grandpas were the living voice of who they were and what they should be.

Black Elk

Oglala Sioux

“You have noticed that everything as Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round..... The Sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours....

Even the seasons form a great circle in their changing, and always come back again to where they were. The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood, and so it is in everything where power moves.”

Reminds me of one of my favorite Byrd’s songs written by the great Gene Clark.

Full Circle    

Gene Clark

Funny how the circle turns around
First your up and then your down again
Though the circle takes what it may give
Each time around it makes you live again

Funny how the circle is a wheel
And it can steal someone who is a friend
Funny how the circle takes your flight
And if it's it right it brings you back again

Funny how the circle turns around
You think your lost and then you're found again
Though you always look for what you know
Each time around it's something new again

Funny how the circle is a wheel
And it can steal someone who is a friend
Funny how the circle takes your flight
And if it's it right it brings you back again