||[Feb. 21st, 2005|11:05 pm]
I just read something that reminded me of what I'm about to share.|
The other day I heard a story credited as an "American Indian" myth. It had a Native American grandfather talking with his grandson saying we all have two coyotes battling inside us. One embodying all that is good; health, happiness, love, ... etc. The other embodied all that is bad; illness, hate, envy, ... etc.
The young boy asked which coyote would win the fight.
The grandfather answer, "The one we feed."