A thought from the 19th century that resonates today, courtesy of Eddie Two Hawks.
“When I am too old and feeble to follow my sheep or cultivate my corn,
I plan to sit in the house, carve Kachina dolls, and tell my nephews and nieces
the story of my life… Then I want to be buried in the Hopi way. Perhaps my boy
will dress me in the costume of a Special Officer, place a few beads around my neck,
put a paho and some sacred corn meal in my hand, and fasten inlaid turquoise to my ears.
If he wishes to put me in a coffin, he may do even that, but he must leave the lid unlocked,
place food near by, and set up a grave ladder so that I can climb out. I shall hasten
to my dear ones, but I will return with good rains and dance as a Kachina in the plaza
with my ancestors.”
Don Talayesva -19th…
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