Historical Microfiction about First Nations people in the 1700’s
She could love him now, and she knew it. Since she had experienced freedom from fear, she knew she was more free to love. Sky felt she was ready. But he seemed hesitant – he was holding back. Instead of taking her hands in his, or instead of embracing her, like he had before, Wild Horse simply talked to her politely. Politely?!! She refused to be afraid though, even though she was hurt. Surely he must have seen that he confused her. Didn’t he see the hurt in her eyes?
It snowed most days, and many nights. There were not many bad storms though, and almost no wind. The snow was peaceful, and the people of the village were content. They visited a lot with each other, and went from lodge to lodge. Sometimes whole families would visit other families. There was indoor work to be done as well. This was the season for making clothing, and weapons and tools, for hunting.
When she, and Cricket in the Meadow visited people, the strangest thing was taking place. She could sense things about them. Since the night she had fought the monster of fear, she was also having dreams and visions, mostly about people. She could see things as she was praying! Was the Creator speaking to her? She thought so, but this was very sobering, and serious. She refused to be proud about it, and she kept everything to herself.
Sometimes she would see someone in the village, and she would sense what they were facing. Or she would pray for them and see images in her mind. For instance, she knew the love that Thunder Speaking and Bluebird shared was very special. It burned like a strong fire, and Bluebird was now pregnant with a baby boy. No one had told her this, but she knew. When she prayed for them, she saw pictures of a sky on fire, a sunset. She did not know what it meant, but she knew that it was about the baby they were expecting.
She also had dreams in her sleep, that told her the marriage between Bull Elk, and Holds the Fire, was healing. Holds the Fire was now loving her husband in a different way. He was more humble now, and showed great tenderness towards his wife, which was not there before. It was as if, their love was new. Even though they were older, with grown children, she knew they were also expecting a child.
Sky was consumed with thinking about people, and with praying to understand what this was all about. The simple question was why? Why did she have dreams and visions and know things? And what was she to do about Wild Horse? Did they love each other? She thought they did, but why was he acting so strangely? After trying to answer the question of why on her own for days, she realized she needed help. She did the only thing she could do, she talked to her adopted mother, Cricket in the Meadow. Sharing the same lodge made it easy.
It was late one night, but Sky knew she would not sleep unless she talked about it. She spoke softly to her mother to see if she was asleep. “Mother?” “Are you sleeping?” “I was…” came the answer. From the tone in Sky’s voice, her mother could tell she needed to talk, so she sat up. As soon as Sky mentioned Wild Horse, and that she was angry at him, Cricket in the Meadow knew this would be a long conversation. She immediately put some more wood on the fire, and stoked it. Cricket in the Meadow, thought Sky should take a chance and talk to him. She said, Sky needed to express how she felt, even if it turned out badly. They talked for a long time, about taking chances when it came to love.
When Sky started talking about having dreams and visions, and that she could sense things about other people, a realization struck Cricket in the Meadow, like a piece of wood. Everything made sense now….the Creator had been showing her that she would not live much longer on the earth. Soon she would be joining her husband in the spirit world.
Cricket in the Meadow knew, she was talking to her replacement.
The conclusion of Sky Takes a Chance will be tomorrow! Blessings to everyone! Thanks for reading!
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