Dakota 38 + 2 Memorial Ride 2013 - Homage to Horses and Riders
While we have been watching the Ride we have seen so many wonderful Horses with ther Riders, or on their own. I wanted a page just to show them again and say to them Thank you for your perseverance, bravery, spirituality and Love. Hoka Hey!
No words (except on the left column) only pictures as they speak a thousand words!
I am using the final words from people who commented in the group age on December 27th, the Day after the Ride ended in this column. First as usual we smudge and say a prayer!
As we head home and most of us are there now please remember to call back your spirit. It has not even been a full day and I miss all of you. The ceremony and group collective are very powerful and as we go our way now we will feel something missing. That is a part of your spirit left in Mankato.
It is extremely important to get into the sweat lodge and call your spirit back. If you don't have access to a sweat lodge talk to an elder they can help you. Don't feel lonely for we are still all one and I love you all. - Keith Nichols
I am honored to have been a small part of this awesome ride. I have found a family in this group. I was made to feel welcome right away. These is a very strong sense of respect and acceptance and that is what I pray for in our world. I wish I could have done more. There is always next year.
I was just reminded that my baby grand -daughter has Native American blood though her daddy. I want him to teach her about her heritage so she can be proud of where she came from.
I wish everyone a wonderful new year filled with health, blessings and friendship. - Kendall Gutierrez
Two bald eagles flew over the road, turning so I would not miss seeing
them, as I was just west of Mankato, heading home. I felt reassured about
my travels. Pidamaya for telling your experience. - Betty
Thanks for sharing - I have cried so many tears and am covered in goose bumps AND I will be there next year, riding to honor the 38+2 - Sharlene Whiteley McGilvray
Thanks to all who brought us along on the ride! A good friend of mine used to participate in the run every year and I know the elder Emmet Eastman also used to be in the run. That is one reason why it interests me. But every time I saw the video of the Ride I walked away wanting to TALK to someone about it and DO something. I don't know why it affects me so deeply, but now it makes me want to get it together to gather donations and take the time to follow the Ride as a helper next year. I will turn 50 and it feels like something I need to do. I hope I can be accepted. -Diane R. Anderson
I am so thankful for those who updated the pages and shared their photos. The best way to learn about something isn't to read about it in a book, but to see it for yourself. The photos give people like me a glimpse into your beautiful culture and allows us to share the journey. I have shared the daily updates with my own kids and when I start my teaching career, these types of pages, people, and journeys will be more valuable to our youth than assigning long-winded ( largely inaccurate ) books. Thank you so much. - Mandi Jensen
Lou - what you and Gloria have done to allow the world to stand united in witness and hold space in love & prayer to support the Spirit of the Ride & Ancestors comes directly through the Heart! Your combined diligent efforts allowed us everywhere not able to physically participate in the Memorial Ride, be able to participate in Spirit and Prayer. Mahalo nui (much gratitude) for your efforts for a job well done. May Peace & Friendship prevail for Love heals all! A-ho! ? - Michele J Dragas
Thank You, which I seemingly cannot say enough as I have posted it everywhere for this ride! The Ancestors are smiling for this happening. I have learned and watched and listened, and so felt this while event with my heart. Wopilo Tunkashila! - Rebecca Bailey
I found a great poem about a mans love for his horse. The horses name is Hawk and I thought this would be great on the page with all the ponies, those cayuses with hearts like magic, the ones that carried their Noble riders this year. - Nancy Kohn Raven
written by Don Bendell
Hawk's air- springed muscles helped him glide
so swiftly down the mountain side
with sinew building spotted rump
he vaulted or a rocky hump
Descendants of Chief Joseph's herd
Hawk's canter was like a flying bird
Swollen streams couldnt break his stride
His head held high with Nez Percé pride
I rode that steed with fleeting speed
his strong legs breaking through high weed
hailstones splattered, horseshoes clattered
and a flock of wild grouse chattered
On shale slid Hawk, tripped and stumbled
down the slope we flipped and tumbled
the snowflakes started swirling down
as I lay hurt, on rocky ground
I was dazed, my body aching
Dizzy, sore and both legs shaking
we both felt pain from head to toes
Yet hurt, Hawk raised me with his nose
I wrapped my wounds and mounting, moaned
said " Come Hawk, now take us home"
around his neck my arms were tied
he started down the mountain side
I dreamed of being safe and warm
As Hawk plowed through that raging storm
and somewhere on that awful trek
I slumped across that great arched neck
Then thoughts came flooding in my head
my wife sat crying by my bed
I wont forget those words she said
"He brought you home...but Hawk is dead"
"For three whole days you've been asleep
the snow outside is five feet deep
once you were home safe and sound
Hawk whinnied once, then dead fell down."
She said "He brought you here on will
and fell when coming down that hill
his legs were gone, but still he came
and when he stopped you breathed his name"
"Oh, no! My God it just cant be."
The screams were coming out of me
"Oh, please don't tell me Hawk has died!"
Then my wife held me while I cried
I know he wasnt man, of course
But just a big old spotted horse
So tell me, should I miss him so?
A friend who took me through the snow.
A PAGE FOR THE RIDERS