Tatanka - American Indians called this big hairy creature, which as they themselves spent their life on the prairie crawling in search of food. Bison eat grass, Indian bison, and at the end and the buffalo and the Indians 'ate', unfortunately, none more fertile lands, blood and pale faces. But before it happened Indians and the buffalo were moments, in order to become better acquainted. Yes, the Redskins eat them, but they did not look on it as we see today on the leg of Beef in the supermarket. Bison was in fact for the Indian as such a holy cow, except that - in contrast to Hindu sisters and brothers - was not untouchable. Tatanka Indians treated with great respect and if you have already decided to make it ukatrupic not indulged in none wasted - the meat was eaten, the bones were made tools and utensils, and skin was processed for clothes. Bison was the source of life, a guarantee of security and a natural bridge between man and nature. Can I therefore say that Tatanka was a 'mother' Indians? I do not know, but I can confidently report that the mother - and the best of best - is Tatianka. But it is already the subject of separate definitions ...
Tatianka - so called beloved Mother of Canadian Indian with a pseudo-Eastern European past (and probably also the future of). It is not indeed a big hairy creature, and the prairie a little too much like a forest, prairie in order to be true, but it has a lot of bizonami common. And this is a matter of her heart - even bigger than a buffalo. Remember the scene from 'Dancing with Wolves', in which Costner, having gained the recognition of hunting is accompanied by them encouraged to wgryzienia tatankowe aorta in August? Imagine, then, the heart of it tatiankowe is even greater - it is as big as a house, or even two houses, or even three ... Although not, it is great as all the houses of this world!
And today, the day in which my (and our!) Beloved Mama Tatianka start another great adventure along the way, I would like to thank her for being away from me (and us) a part of this uniqueness of his heart.
Mom, you do not ever forget the whole good, which is always in August we've tried to show, and that he always wanted us to us - your children - were mostly good people. Honest and decent. Only there, far away in Canada, I realized that was your job is and will be invaluable. I realized how much you gave to me and you showed. I want to thank you for it with full force, so that my call heard the whole world!
I love you Mom and I wish you the fulfillment the new phase of your life - I wish you a smile, courage and love.
Be happy!
And at the beginning of an adventure I would like to dedicate Luxembourg below for your song, so that you remember that regardless of where the wind will carry you the other youth, your house will always be in our hearts. Always ...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4306i99LMXo&feature=relmfu
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