The Last People on Earth V – Healing

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Maybe he was right. It wasn’t easy being a woman, and 6’ 5” tall. As she sat up, she knew that her height was intimidating to men. Most of them never asked her for a date. Even though she was only 27 years old, she had worried about finding someone, in time. She had always wanted a family, and then the series of biological weapons were released on the world. She had lost all hope – that is until Jeremiah. And she loved that name.

Noticing her arm bleeding, she knew she needed help. She managed to get to her hands and knees, and then to her feet. Her right leg was a mess too. She panicked, she was injured, and she wondered if he would leave her. Taking a deep breath she calmed down, realizing that no, he would not do that. Maybe he was waiting for her.

As she made her way, limping to the door, she thought they both overreacted. It was his fault of course, but she knew she was sensitive to prejudice. Would the ghosts of East Africa, never leave her alone? “I’m still forgiving people.” She mumbled out loud.

Inside the dining room Jerry was ticked off, but not at Miriam. In fact, he was hoping and praying, she wouldn’t drive off. Maybe they could be friends. But he did look at the ceiling in disgust, and said, “What are you doing to me — to us!” “She hates me!” For some reason he started making a pot of coffee, where the employees normally would. Maybe he needed the warmth.

He heard the automatic doors open up, and he rushed to a nearby table, to play it cool. What should he say? She hobbled into the lobby, and for the first time he noticed how beautiful her clothing was, or had been. She was dressed in a beautiful, long, African dress, which was red, gold, and brown. The gold shimmered in the light. Her headdress was disheveled, but she was a beautiful woman, and she carried herself like a queen. Was she royalty?

She saw him looking at her, from the dining room, and said with her French-African accent, “Jeremiah I need some help”.  Five minutes later they opened the door to room 132. She noticed right away a bouquet of wildflowers, as they walked in. He had picked them from the front of the hotel. She turned to him, and he just smiled.

He began washing her arm, first in water, and then with hydrogen peroxide. Jeremiah seemed to really know what he was doing, and she noticed too, how gentle he was putting in a few stitches (with a sterilized needle). He then carefully wrapped her arm in a bandage. He said, “You know, I’m very sorry about what happened outside”. He wasn’t looking in her eyes, but at least he was talking. For some reason she felt she should be soft in her tone, so she gently said, “I know, I am too”. She meant it and he could tell. “Were you abused by white people?”, he asked, this time looking at her.

How did he know? How could he possibly have known? Tears began filling her eyes, and she said in a whisper, “Yes”.

To be continued.

Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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Dreamwalker IX – Linda’s Story

desert flowers

Contemporary Microfiction

She trusted James more than anyone she had ever met. He brought healing to her really. He was so free. Actually everyone was calling him Diego now, and he was loving it. Papa started it, preferring the Spanish.

She had driven herself out to the desert this morning, to spend time with God, and to enjoy the flowers in full bloom. It was a time of thanking Him, and asking for His help in the future. She had never seen such beauty, as she breathed in the cool morning air. “Diego would love this too”, she said out loud. She began walking quietly through the colors. She had always loved walking, and praying.

Ever since they had met at the restaurant she felt so at ease talking to Diego. She opened up to him then, and still was. That was one of the things she loved about him. He opened up her soul, and embraced it. Time and again he loved the deepest parts of her. And he loved Gibran! She practically had Gibran’s book the “Prophet” memorized from years of reading it, and it was one of his favorites too. She thought that was a good way to describe their relationship – poetry.

She prayed for children. She was 35 now, and wondered if her dream of a large family was over. When the two of them talked about children, he always said she had a gleam in her eyes, and he just smiled knowingly. He usually kissed her then. She knew she could trust Diego, and God on that topic, and decided not to worry about it anymore.

What about the Church? They had broken the rules on intimacy, should they still try to get married in the Church? Was it even possible now? She had always been faithful, and the Church was important to her. As she looked at the mountains, she remembered verses that encouraged her. Nothing was too difficult for Him.

She had played by the rules before, and her first marriage had been a disaster. There had been nothing but pain and suffering. Years after her divorce from Richard, she was still dealing with it. She had trouble feeling any emotions last year when he died from alcoholism. She looked at the mountains again, and began to feel peace. She was determined to go on with her life.

She started back towards her car, then stopped. Was the Creator speaking to her? It came from deep within her. A smile came over her face, when she realized, not only was the desert in full bloom…….…but she was too………..

She was looking forward to getting married, and a lifetime of love.

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Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker III – Singapore

singapore in blue

Microfiction

James Dreamwalker was sitting in the tea room, of the Palace Hotel, sipping some of the best Chinese tea he had ever had. His phone beeped again with another email. It was Linda again, her message, was “How was your day sweetheart?”. The truth was, he needed some space. He didn’t want to answer her right now. She was rushing it for sure. They had gone out 5-6 times, and had even gotten physical, but she equated that, and everything else, to getting married. He liked her, but did he love her? He was glad he was in Singapore! And besides all that she was….well she was….so religious!

He needed time to think, but being in Singapore was not exactly a vacation. He was working 10-12 hour days helping the company office set up their software. A few minutes later he was enjoying the Dim Sum, when his phone rang. It was the office, and in particular, it was Paul in a panicked voice, “James we need you to come back to the office, right away!” “The spreadsheet software is not responding!”. He told Paul to calm down, and he would be there in a few minutes. He lied. He had every intention of finishing this wonderful meal, and then he would go to the office again.

The next morning his phone woke him up, promptly at 7:00am. He was not ready to wake up, and the luxury of the 5 Star hotel bed, held him there, a sleeping captive. He did manage to reach for the phone. It was his friend Standing Bear! He hoped nobody had died. “Hello!” he said. “James, what in the world are you doing?” was the response. “Whaa?” “James, listen Linda just called me in tears because you have not answered her emails in two days!” “What is wrong with you?!” “I….I…I’m not sure I love her”. There, it was out now. “Ok, well I don’t know about all that, but at least treat her like a human being.”

He was right. His best friend, and the spiritual leader of his people, knew what he was talking about, especially this time. After he hung up with Standing Bear, he dialed Linda. He apologized before even saying hello. She had been crying, and he could tell. She loved him for sure, he heard it in her voice. Wasn’t it too soon? Did they really know each other? She told him to come home soon, he smiled, and began to soften. When he hung up with her, he knew one thing for sure.

He had been holding back. It wasn’t Linda with the problem. It was him, he was afraid of commitment, with her, with anybody. As he looked in the mirror to brush his teeth, he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt…….without question……that he was an idiot.

 mexican woman

To be continued!

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

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Dreamwalker II

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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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The Anthropologist Part II

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from anthropology.mcmaster.ca

Contemporary Microfiction

On the flight from Chicago to Mexico City, Jack Crawford felt like the luckiest man the face of the earth. Not only was he going on the expedition, which he so badly needed, but he got to sit next to Marta Rodriguez, a beautiful Mexican-American woman about his age. He was nervous, but after takeoff she was the one that started the conversation. After she introduced herself in English and shook his hand, he answered her in Spanish. Not only that, he used that beautiful, slow dialect of Mexican Spanish. She was impressed and smiled.

She launched out with, “De Donde es Usted?” He explained, “Soy de los Estados Unidos”. “Claro, pero que ciudad?” she was chuckling now. She was asking him where he was from and he told her from the United States! She said of course (duh!) but what city? He laughed too, and they continued with Spanish for what seemed like a long time. At some point though she told him that she was engaged to be married, and she would be married in two weeks! His heart sank.

from pixshark via google
from pixshark via google

If there was one thing his father did not teach him, it was about women, or at least how to relate to them. He was disappointed but tried not to show it. He was quiet now, and she could sense why. So she was quiet too. After a while though, he launched out with an act of bravery. “De donde es su novio?” or where is your fiancé from? They started talking freely again, practically the whole flight. As they were talking he realized he was learning an important lesson today. He needed to see women as potential friends, and not always as potential lovers. He felt stupid in a way, and it was painful. He knew he needed it though.

When they landed they exchanged email addresses, and gave each other a brief hug. He really meant it, when he wished her all the best. He honestly expected to never see her again.

From the airport, he took a harrowing taxi ride through the city, to the hotel, and he was glad to be alive when they finally made it! He had felt like a pebble in a tin can. When he got out of the taxi, he was still thinking about Marta. He blurted out, “Gosh!” and meant it. The taxi driver said, “Que?” or what? “Nada senor”. He gave the man a tip, and disappeared through the doors.

The next day many of the expedition team assembled in the hotel lobby. Twenty people were expected at the site in San Miguel tomorrow, only eight would be leaving from here. The head of the team was Dr. Laura Mackenzie, a vibrant, confident, sixty year old woman that knew her job, and loved it. Jack thought she was beautiful, and noticed her long gray hair. Once their meeting commenced in the conference room, he was in awe of her leadership qualities. She had charts and diagrams of the site, and her laptop contained computer models of what the village had once looked like. There was a stunning Power Point presentation on the excavating done so far. She had pieces of relics to wet their appetites. Jack Crawford was in anthropological heaven.

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from ccny.cuny.edu

Of the team members he met that day, one stood out. At the end of the meeting Allison James asked him if he wanted to have dinner together. “I know this great café at the end of the block”, she said. He was surprised but of course he said, “Yes!”. They had a great time, eating, talking, and drinking coffee. For some reason they talked about coffee for at least thirty minutes. They discussed different flavors, why they did not like Starbucks, and how Turkish coffee was the absolute best! They had so much in common, but Jack was careful not to let his emotions run wild, especially after the lesson he learned with Marta! He would be the best friend he could possibly be.

When they loaded onto the bus the next day for San Miguel he made sure he sat next to her. It would be a bumpy 3-4 hour ride to get there, and he wanted to talk some more. She sat on the window side and he was closest to the aisle. His plan was ruined though, when an elderly woman got on the bus, and there were no more seats. He did the right thing, and gave up his seat, but he wasn’t happy about it. He would hold on to the rail above his head for the entire trip. Allison smiled at him, seeming to know exactly what he was thinking.

from journeyswithintravelblog
from journeyswithintravelblog

Odd how he never noticed her hair before, it was short, and blonde, and it seemed to shine in the sunlight. They took off down the highway. “Jack, I never asked you what you do for a living”, she startled him with this question, which was kind of loud, so she could be heard over the engine. When he told her that he repaired trucks for a living, he was stunned with her response. “So cool!”, she said. He had expected her to make fun of him, and it never happened. Maybe Allison was a good friend already……..he couldn’t help but say quietly, “thanks God….”

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from abovetopsecret via google

The conclusion of the Anthropologist very soon! Thanks for reading! You are awesome!

PEACE!

 Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

The Wedding

American Beauty by Craig Lamere via 500px
American Beauty by Craig Lamere via 500px

It was cold the day they were married but the sun was shining brightly. It was unheard of to get married in the middle of winter, but for this couple it was right and everyone knew it. The Creator had placed them together and that could not be denied. Still, it was difficult to know how to celebrate.

A large fire was built in the center of the village and the people gathered. There was some singing, first in Tsi, and then there were some songs in the Grie language. A few people danced, but then covered themselves again in thick buffalo robes due to the cold. At first the young couple were standing only in their clothing – she in her white and blue dress, and he in his traditional red clothing, but several friends on both sides insisted they be covered with thick buffalo robes, so they were.

Thunder Speaking was nervous, but not just because of the great love he had for Bluebird. Something important was happening in the village today. Different peoples were coming together as one. There were the Tsi people, the Grie people, and himself, the lone person from the Ite (pronounced Ee-teh) people. It was a wedding for all of them.

Bluebird was not nervous at all, in fact she was bursting with anticipation. She wanted to be married and right now! In fact as the women were helping her to get ready, and helping her with her wedding dress, Bluebird had a vision. She had a vision of a bright orange flower in the summer time that had been closed, but opened up, baring itself to the strong, bright rays of the sunshine. She decided not to say anything about it though. She would tell her husband when the time was right.

After the singing and dancing, Thunder Speaking spoke for the first time publicly in his original language. Actually he sang a wedding prayer for his wife, that went like this:

May you always live with happiness,

live with happiness,

may I always be worthy of your love,

worthy of your love,

may we always be protected,

be protected,

and may we have a very long life,

a very long life,

together.

He sang it in the Ite language first and then the translation came as he sang in Tsi. He had been practicing this for a long time, and at the end he thought it went well. Many people thought his original language sounded like water flowing over rocks.

Cricket in the Meadow shared the blessings of smoke, which touched each person there, and they sensed the presence of the Great Spirit. Standing on the Mountain said a few words about the blessings of marriage, but due to the weather he made it short.

As he stood watching his daughter getting married, Bull Elk had mixed feelings. Where did his daughter go? She was just a girl the other day, running and playing, and now here she was, a grown woman getting married. He was sad, and yet the love these two shared was special. He looked over at the face of his wife, Holds the Fire, and saw tears streaming. Yes, love was good he thought, and right. Everything made sense with love.

Bull Elk also performed the Grie custom of tying the young couple’s arms together, one arm from each, symbolizing unity and oneness. And then came the tradition of putting one blanket over the two of them, and the ceremony was over.

A strong fire was burning in the lodge of Thunder Speaking and Bluebird that night, along with a great deal of tenderness. They both flew high many times on the wings of love, and they went far above the clouds, into the heavens, and then down again.

They both fell asleep dreaming about warmer weather and going for long walks with each other. At one point she woke up, and covered his bare chest with the blanket they had been given by the people. She placed her hand in his, and fell back to sleep.

Art by James Bama
Art by James Bama

Note: More to come in this series, in a few days! Thanks for reading! Peace.

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Decision

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photo by Kate Purdy from startupchamp.com

Seven Hawks had a problem, and he did not know how to tell his wife about it. They both lay in their lodge, awake one night, not knowing what to say. How could he tell her he wanted to stay here and live with the Tsi? The plan had been from the very beginning, to stay with the Tsi over the winter, and then in the spring they would begin a new Grie village somewhere else.

He loved the people here. There was something about them that made them different. They seemed more… connected somehow. He remembered his family visiting the Tsi when he was a boy, and he noticed then their spirituality. He also played games with the Tsi boys then, such as Whirlwind, and Standing on the Mountain, and lately he was able to get to know them as men. They were becoming more of his “brothers” than the Grie men were, in his old village. He turned over again towards his wife, and looked at her. Noticing she was still awake, he lifted his head, and thought about kissing her but she turned away.

Prairie Flower also had a problem. She could not figure out how to tell her husband that she wanted to stay here, and it bothered her to no end. It was the way the Tsi people treated them more than anything else. It was the love and respect they gave the Grie, that impressed her the most.

Her husband was a huge man, with a chest and shoulders more like a horse than a man’s. His arms were like two small trees. Over the years he had saved more than one life simply because he had the strength of three men. But he was the most gentle and humble man she had ever met, and that’s why she married him. She wanted their children to have his personality. In spite of her name, she knew she was too often harsh, and he smoothed her out with his gentleness, like no one else could.

Because of his gentle ways, her husband never got the respect that he should have, in their old village. She knew deep down that was one the reasons they left. She was also tired of the jealousy from other women at the old village. Young women would often giggle as he walked by, hoping to catch his attention. Even married women whispered cruel jokes about him. It often made her angry and sick in her heart.

Everything was different here though. They had been here two months already and the people respected her and her husband for who they were – on the inside. Then too the relationship between Thunder Speaking and Bluebird was the most amazing thing she had ever seen. It was supernatural really.

Thinking about this couple inspired her to get up for a while, and work on Bluebird’s wedding dress. Holds the Fire, had given her the tremendous honor of helping to make it. It was a beautiful white buckskin, with fringes and beadwork. Prairie Flower loved doing beadwork and as she sewed carefully she heard her husband gently snore. She loved hearing that sound, and smiled because of it.

She would also be installing a beautiful and distinctive blue color at the top of the dress. The Grie were known far and wide, for this color they used so often, to decorate their clothing and horses. It reminded her people of the blue sky and deep blue lakes.

She decided that in the morning she would talk to him. She had a peace about this, and she knew deep down they would stay. She would also tell him about the new child she was carrying. She smiled again, realizing how close this would draw them together.

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Note: Next time – the wedding! Blessings of peace to you!

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree