Sunday, July 16, 2006


Have you ever been to a place called Duwamish Bay? I've come by Ship and Ferry, on foot and horseback. I go back over and over again because of these words. I hope they inspire you as they have inspired me

From Chief Seattleā€™s Speech:

The young men, the mothers, and girls, the little children who once lived and were happy here, still love these lonely places. And at evening the forests are dark with the presence of the dead. When the last red man has vanished from this earth, and his memory is only a story among the whites, these shores will still swarm with the invisible dead of my people. And when you children's children think they are alone in the fields, the forests, the shops, the highways, or the quiet of the woods, they will not be alone. There is no place in this country where a man can be alone. At night when the streets of your towns and cities are quiet, and you think they are empty, they will throng with the returning spirits that once thronged them, and that still love these places.

The white man will never be alone.

So let him be just and deal kindly with my people.

The dead have power too.

Duwamish Bay Calls to me now...will you join me? It maybe the journey of a life time...


At 7:11 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Yes, Anita Marie, I have been to a place just like Duwamish Bay. It is etched in my memory, an imaginary tapestry on my bare white wall. Yes, I have been there and I have heard and heeded the words of Chied Seattle.



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