Note: This is the continuing fictitious story of a group of people living in 1700’s Canada, between the prairie and the mountains. They include Two Wolves, Song Bird, Hawk in the Sky, and his wife Red Wing, as well as others. Their spiritual leader is Standing on the Mountain. In this segment, Cricket in the Meadow is mourning the loss of her husband, Lone Horse.
She could feel his presence next to her, on most days. Occasionally she could see him, or what looked like him, out of the corner of her eye. He looked so young now. She would turn to look, and he would be gone. Was he playing tricks on her? She decided no, he had had a sense of humor, but he would not do anything to hurt her. One time, alone in their lodge, this happened and she said out loud, “I know you are here, with me”. Tears filled her eyes. It was a comfort really, to feel him close. She slept good that night.
A month later she was outside softening some elk hides, so they could be made into clothing. Elk hides were larger and thicker than the ones from deer, and they made excellent clothing for the colder weather. She found herself singing the mourning song again, the one taught to her from her Grandmother, so many years ago. The weather was getting colder, and she was glad she had accepted the offer to live with Spotted Bull, and Running Doe, and their children. She could be of help to them, and they would help to keep her warm.
Running Doe was expecting another child, and she would be another set of hands for her. Cricket in the Meadow was also an excellent midwife, and had helped many of the women to deliver children safely. Her experienced hands and knowledge meant the people trusted her with this important job. Her soft voice and love in the midst of the birth, seemed to speak that the Creator was right there with them.
And then the time did come for Running Doe to deliver. They were all asleep until a shriek of pain came from Running Doe. They knew instantly what it was about, panic struck the lodge hard, the children were crying, Spotted Bull stood up and hit his head on a lodge pole, knocking over his weapons, and then fell to the ground. It was chaos, until the calm and loving voice of Cricket in the Meadow brought peace and order.
She saw the image again of her husband, Lone Horse, out of the corner of her eye. He was smiling at her. She did not turn to look at him, for fear he might vanish again. But she did smile in return, and peace filled her. That night a beautiful baby girl was born into the hands of Cricket in the Meadow. She knew deep within, that is was good to be alive.
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