Dreamwalker II

brown and blue rocks

When he saw the red rocks, he knew he had made the right choice. With Standing Bear’s advice, he had not officially quit his job in New York – not yet. Taking a leave of absence though, allowed him to enjoy nature again. He was regaining some sanity.

Seventy hour work weeks had taken a toll on him, in more ways than one. He was in Northern New Mexico now, near Taos. He was hiking, and camping with a tent, which he had not done in years. It took just one day for the healing and restoration to begin. The days were filled with intoxicating sunlight, and the nights were cold, which made for great sleeping, as he hunkered down in his sleeping bag.

As he was carving, and sanding down a walking stick one day, he started thinking about his job. How could he quit when so many of his people looked up to him? He was a huge success. Maybe that was the point, he didn’t need to be a millionaire, and it was time to get back to his people. It was time to give to his people. Pow WowWarm Springs ReservationOregonUSA

He could not live apart from them anymore. If he did keep his job, he would do so out here, close to nature, attending the Pow Wows, and yes even dancing, like in the visions he had. He needed to feel whole and complete, and that meant living out here.

That also meant he could seek out relationships. Was it wrong to seek a woman? Of course not. Even his mother and father (both gone now) would approve. Later, when he took a break from walking, he sat on some rocks and looked at the sky. The sun began hiding behind some clouds. He smiled to himself, realizing he needed the physical and the spiritual in his life. It felt good to be alive again.

After five days of being in the wilderness, he came to a trading post, in a little town called Big Stone Gap. They had supplies, a restaurant, and an inn. He thought it would be good idea to eat someone else’s cooking for a couple of days. While he was in the restaurant, he read some of the local newspapers. Under the help wanted ads he saw something that caught his eye. There was a teaching job open at the River Rocks Community College, in the Economics Department. The more he read about it, the more he wanted to work there.

He was about to reach for his phone and call Standing Bear, to tell him about it, when he noticed his waitress, for the first time. How did God make such beautiful women? They talked for a while, and later she took her break by sitting down with him. He found out her name was Linda, and noticed that she looked more Mexican, than First Nations – but so what! Yes it sure was good to be alive again…. mexican woman

Note: I have decided not to call this a “conclusion”, because I’m leaving it open for future possibilities. I would like to see more of James Dreamwalker (and his relationships) in the future!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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At Night

Horse at Night

At night,

the wild horses shift quietly,

breathing in the moonlight,

an occasional snort, and head shake,

watching the lights of the ranch,

with a weary eye,

wondering if they will be next,

broken or worse.

The buffalo have a memory,

pondering their history at night,

asking where the people are,

that use to give them honor,

singing and dancing,

around the campfire.

A lonely First Nations wife,

cries at night, sick with fear,

heartbroken,

her angry husband, leaving again,

she watches the door, wondering,

if he will be alive in the morning,

she prays he will return, to his people.

An executive watches his wife,

sleeping at night in their mansion,

worried, did he do the right thing?

gone for weeks at a time,

does she even know him?

does he even know her?

He wants to love her again,

will it work?

He is hopeful.

A lot can happen,

out on the Great Plains,

in the quiet,

at night.

 moon at night

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Traditional Irish Music

Happy Saturday! I’m in a mellow mood tonight. When I think of being mellow, I often think of Irish music. If you are worn out and in need of some rest, may today and tomorrow give you the rest you need!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Equal Opportunity?

Something powerful to think about!

Song Bird Songs

work

Even were the table leveled and there were truly equal opportunity for all, some are still  smarter or have more gifts and confidence than others. Life was never intended to be a high risk “winner takes all” gambling game.

Where as I believe hard work and enterprise are generally needed for success, they by no means guarantee it. I think we are meant to care of each other, the strong for the weak, the smart for the simple, “Unto each as he is able unto each according as he has need.”

What do you think?

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Dreamwalker

city storm

Contemporary Microfiction

It was the thunder that caught his attention that day. He was sitting on the 32nd floor, of the company’s office building in Manhattan, in a board meeting, watching the storm lashing at the ceiling to floor windows. But when the thunder shook the building it got everyone’s attention.

The CEO stopped his presentation, they all looked, momentarily concerned, and then they started the meeting again. The storm was only mildly interesting to them, a temporary interruption. James Dreamwalker thought about it differently though.

This storm was an affirmation. As he listened now to the company president, talk about the numbers, the strength of the company, the exploding market in Singapore, it all became background noise to the much more important event going on outside. He was having yet another vision. In the vision, he was dancing at an event, with his cousins, his feet were pounding, his heart beating with the drums, his body moving, as he felt the presence of the Creator. He continued to see in the vision, people moving, colors in a blur, and for some reason a horse. He was riding bareback, in a place with red rocks. It was all moving and spinning, but he could see the horse sweat. The horse was pounding away, flying over the ground at top speed. It took his breath away. holding on

The vision ended with his mother’s voice in what appeared to be a cave, with smoke. Was she in the afterlife? He could not see her, but there was a light, and she repeated what she had said, seconds before she died, “You were not made, to chase after money”. He stood up now, in the middle of the board meeting, and walked towards the ceiling to floor windows. With his face against the glass, he could hear the wind howling. It was saying to him, to get out of there, and to not come back. It all confirmed what he had been sensing for weeks. He was to go back to his people.

“Standing Bear”, he said out loud. The board members stopped talking, and turned to him. “James?” “What are you talking about?”, one of them asked. James, turned to the group of men, now realizing what he had said. He went with it anyway. “I need to talk to Joseph Standing Bear”, he said. “Excuse me”, he mumbled as he left the room.

As he left the group of men (there were no women) they mumbled about James’ mother passing away recently, and he was taking it badly. Then the president of the company began quoting numbers again, and the meeting recommenced, with the strength of the company in Hong Kong, and Taipei.

In the elevator, James Dreamwalker pushed the down button, realizing he wouldn’t be seeing this place again.

Note: To be continued tomorrow!

 feathers

  Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Stolen Horse

This is a wonderful piece of film! It has been a long time since I’ve featured anything from the movie “Dances With Wolves”. Last year I wrote two articles on the film. One was about what I like about the film, and the other one was why I don’t like it! For one thing it is very violent. But there is alot about the culture of First Nations people here and in the rest of the movie.

In this piece, the main character, Lt. Dunbar, has his horse stolen. If you haven’t seen the film then I won’t give the rest away. When it begins, watch Lt. Dunbar’s connection with the wolf. The horses thundering is so cool! Then the First Nations character, Wind in His Hair, challenges Lt. Dunbar to prove he is not afraid of him. I love hearing the Lakota language!

Wind in His Hair, is basically yelling, “I am Wind in His Hair, and I am not afraid of you! Do you see? I am not afraid of you!” Later in the film they become good friends.

By the way, ever wonder why First Nations men of the past went to war, without their shirts on? It wasn’t so much of wanting to be cool or macho (some places may have been hot though). They knew that if they were hit by any projectile, such as an arrow, knife, bullet, or javelin, with having a shirt on – it would force the fabric into the wound, and cause an infection. So they avoided shirts to avoid infection.

Have a great weekend!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Commentary © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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The Faded Village

chiefs from google

My brothers, I cannot understand it,

the people were my lifeblood for so long,

now my pen hardly remembers.

Is the village still there?

Did you go to the mountains?

I can still see the earth,

your story, uplifted,

faded memory, calling to be clear,

feathers on a bridle, hunting for fresh food,

families, around the fire,

the cold is beginning to lift now,

with the sun I can see us again,

talking, smoking the pipe,

my pen busy with fire,

even if I do not live there,

I will be sure to visit sometimes.

Be strong my brothers, be free.

 village

 Note: This poem is about inspiration changing over time, which is natural. However, I truly miss writing about First Nations people, and the inspiration.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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