This is a poem that Jeremy lived by and when I read through it again today the words really struck a chord. And I realised that while I’m busy running around circles in my head and getting lost in rabbit hole after rabbit hole, maybe this is exactly the place to just share what the crap is going on with me for real this time.
All I want to do is share my journey. What’s going on in my head. My life and other people’s lives. This crazy journey to find ‘my purpose’ and make life better. For me, other moms, kids and whoever my story and my family’s story might help.
So here’s the poem and the words that my baby brother lived by:
“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life. Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people. Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, even a stranger, when in a lonely place. Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself. Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.”
By Chief Tecumseh