Kent Nerburn

Quotes by Kent Nerburn

Grover spit expertly between his teeth. You know, Nerburn, he said, you're like those treaty negotiators we used to have to deal with. Always in a hurry. Sometimes there are preliminaries. There are preliminaries and there are evasions, I said. Look out there. I swept my hand across the blazing, parched horizon. We've got to get moving if we want to get up there before it's a hundred and ten degrees. Just relax. He's just doing it the Lakota way, by laying out the history. That's how we remember our history, by telling our story, But does every story have to start with Columbus? Everything starts with Columbus. At least everything to do with white people. But what's with the French fries? He likes to get rid of the salt. No, the piles. First he insists on getting exactly twenty-eight, then he divides them into piles. It doesn't make any sense. A small smile crept across Grover's face. How many piles? he asked. Four. He spit one more time onto the ground. It made a small puff of explosion in the dust. Mmm. Twenty-eight French fries. Four piles of seven. He made a great charade of counting on his fingers. Let's see. Four seasons. Four directions. Four stages of life. Seven council fires. Seven sacred rituals. The moon lives for twenty-eight days. Yeah, I guess that doesn't make any sense. That's crazy, I said. What is it? Some kind of Lakota French fry rosary?
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They say that perhaps it is not by love, but by blood, that land is bought. They say that perhaps my people had to die to nourish this earth with their truth. Your people did not have ears to hear. Perhaps we had to return to the earth, so that we could grow within your hearts. Perhaps we have come back and will fill the hills and valleys with our song. Who is to know?
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Grover spit expertly between his teeth. You know, Nerburn, he said, you're like those treaty negotiators we used to have to deal with. Always in a hurry. Sometimes there are preliminaries. There are preliminaries and there are evasions, I said. Look out there. I swept my hand across the blazing, parched horizon. We've got to get moving if we want to get up there before it's a hundred and ten degrees. Just relax. He's just doing it the Lakota way, by laying out the history. That's how we remember our history, by telling our story, But does every story have to start with Columbus? Everything starts with Columbus. At least everything to do with white people. But what's with the French fries? He likes to get rid of the salt. No, the piles. First he insists on getting exactly twenty-eight, then he divides them into piles. It doesn't make any sense. A small smile crept across Grover's face. How many piles? he asked. Four. He spit one more time onto the ground. It made a small puff of explosion in the dust. Mmm. Twenty-eight French fries. Four piles of seven. He made a great charade of counting on his fingers. Let's see. Four seasons. Four directions. Four stages of life. Seven council fires. Seven sacred rituals. The moon lives for twenty-eight days. Yeah, I guess that doesn't make any sense. That's crazy, I said. What is it? Some kind of Lakota French fry rosary?
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They say that perhaps it is not by love, but by blood, that land is bought. They say that perhaps my people had to die to nourish this earth with their truth. Your people did not have ears to hear. Perhaps we had to return to the earth, so that we could grow within your hearts. Perhaps we have come back and will fill the hills and valleys with our song. Who is to know?
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Love has its own time, its own season, and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.
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Do not fall prey to the false belief that mastery and domination are synonymous with manliness.
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