Winter Vision Quest

It was winter when he left the reservation. No one sought a vision in the winter, but he did, he needed to. Maybe vision wasn’t the right word, but he was searching for cleansing……some type of hope, anything really. Despair and vodka had taken their toll. It was good to be in the mountains again, even with the snow. And he smiled noticing how slow his mule was.

He had everything he needed, the mule, a good rifle, his bow (that he had made years ago from the finest oak), and a small lodge with blankets. He knew he was also carrying grief for his people, the poverty and sickness slowly killing them…. yes a vision is what they all needed.

Days later, with a fire going….. the vision came in the smoke and flames. He saw his people being reborn. It was spring and everything was blooming. The people were strong and happy…. not sick at all.

He knew he must take this vision back to his people, to encourage each one. The end of all things…. was not quite not yet.

They would all live again.

Writing Copyright © 2015, revised 2020 rivers renewed, image from Pinterest, Crow Scout taken 1908

Note: This was not written initially about the virus, but I think it applies today.

When Wolves Were Still the Elders


A long time ago, when wolves were still the Elders of The People, there were journeys often taken by humans into the deep forest, in order to seek their advice.

As the young man named Two Wolves, spoke with the Elders he was amazed that they seemed to know everything about him, and that they genuinely cared about even the smallest details.

One Elder, a she wolf said, “It is good and right, for you to be in love with Songbird, never be ashamed of this”. The Creator cared about his love life? Tears came to the young man’s eyes, and they talked for some time.

It was dark and cold by the time the Elders asked to talk to Standing on the Mountain.

They spoke to him as the leader he was. Standing on the Mountain was not a proud, haughty leader.

He was humble, and wise. The Elders complimented him and told him to continue to be the man the people needed as their spiritual leader. “Be the counselor, be the one the people turn to……”

And they asked him to please help Sky – the new healer of the people. “The Creator flows through her, in a powerful way”……


Writing and Image © Copyright 2015, 2018, ancient skies

Note: You can find similar stories entitled, Two Wolves, or the White Wolves, by searching the menu.

The Prophets Are Still Hopeful


And the prophets of the First People would sing praises of the earth

even in captivity they felt the connection, always

grieving over our lost souls, yet hopeful

we would come to our senses and

love the earth enough

to care about

the people.


And so it is to this day. If you love nature you will love people,

and the prophets and poets are still hopeful

that one day, we will come to our senses.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Earth Rejoiced

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The cultural eyes of the tribe lay dormant until the end was near

each warrior hid their souls, their true selves, until the abomination had ended,

the women kept their secrets hidden, holding them close until the right time.

But once the wars to end all wars had ceased, the people came alive again with joyful hearts,

as they waited for the earth to reclaim her kingdom, it was time they said,

to be alive, and allow their children to be reborn, to live in green meadows,

loving the old ways, and for their people to be a people once more.

All the wars were over now, even the sky called a truce

with the people, and there was freedom

for each one. The earth rejoiced.


Note: Influenced by First Nations/Native American writings        

Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Hunter Returns

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When he arrived back at the village there was a lot of whooping and hollering by the children. They were running and jumping around, as if they had never seen a person return from a hunt before. Hawk in the Sky led three horses (including the spotted one) full of provisions, as he walked back to the village. Old women smiled, and men slapped his back with congratulations.

It was always good to have food, and give to those in need. The elderly were always given their portions first, as a sign of respect. He couldn’t help but smile, as he entered the lodge of the elderly Bear, and his wife Running Doe. “Good hunting is always an excellent sign”, Running Doe said, with her smile beaming.

It wasn’t until later, as he was sitting around the fire with his wife, that he remembered the dreams he had been having, and they were not a good sign at all. Staring into the fire he realized there would be another race of people coming to their land, and there was a horrible storm behind them. They were a race of light skinned people, with hair on their face……and well to be honest……they smelled. No these dreams were not good at all.

His wife stared at him with concern on her face. He had not touched his food. He shook off his worries, and smiled as he looked up at her. She relaxed as she stared at him, wondering if tonight was a good night? It was her smile that got him each and every time.

Tomorrow he would meet with the village counsel and talk, right now it was time to be with his beautiful Red Wing. He loved her softness. The children were asleep, and the two of them would soon be as well….. underneath….. the buffalo blankets.


Note: This is inspired by First Nations/Native American stories.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Land that Sings

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The people stood silently, except for an occasional baby crying or a horse snorting and shaking his head. They all watched the horizon, facing west, and waited. The wind was gentle but then picked up, and changed direction. Now it came from the south, and it was stronger. Slowly, a soft singing sound could be heard. Yes…. there were voices. The people looked up and all around them, but they saw no one. It was a gentle and beautiful sound. As it grew, some could hear the words, but others could not, nor understand the language. There were no drums, only the singing.

The people said nothing, stunned by the beauty of the moment, and then the singing stopped. The wind then shifted back, towards the east, and became gentle again. The leaders looked at each other, but no one said anything. The people did not move or make a sound. One by one, each leader knew they should travel west, and that there would be great peace and excellent hunting. They did not know how they knew this – but they knew.

Bear led the people forward, and spoke softly to each of the leaders, Standing on the Mountain, Red Wolf, Hawk in the Sky, and others. The people also began speaking softly to each other. They had great peace and joy in their hearts. It was a good sign indeed.

One mile to the east of the stream, there were thirty warriors from a hostile tribe, watching the backs of the people. They were disappointed that there would be no fighting today, no war. They turned their horses around and headed back to their village in the east. They would not follow these people into that special place. The Creator was too strong there.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sky People – Conclusion

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So when the elders of the people (both men and women)

tell these stories of long ago, they reach back

and bring the colors flowing through eagles,

to life. Usually Grandmothers tell the children

and grandchildren as the people gather

around the fire, that the first storm

was caused by the grey being jealous,

that people came from the sky.

And when there are festivals they paint their faces

with blue and white, reminding them of wingtips

and of course the sky. Little ones listening

many times to the message

“Never forget where you came from.”

“Don’t ever forget.”

“You are descended from eagles.”

Many have survived with these words

hidden in their hearts,

and so it is until this day.

May we never forget.


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sky People II

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It was the grey that hated all the colors, and was jealous

of the love they shared. The eagles had built a strong home

a large nest in the tallest tree, but the grey felt left out

and gathered clouds for an attack. For days the storm was building

wind and rain about to burst, until finally one night the grey

surged with hate, and filled itself with black, shouting

and commanding the storm, to unleash the venom.

The eagles were strong and stretched out their wings to protect the eggs,

no matter how much wind, no matter how much rain, they withstood

the attack. But the branches of the tree were not that strong

they began to crack and break, the eagle with purple surging screamed

as the huge nest tumbled to the ground, and all of the eggs began rolling,

tumbling, falling, bouncing down the mountain, until they reached

the bottom of a ravine breaking.

But the Creator had decided on a miracle that night,

and instead of wings unfolding, or talons protruding through

there were arms with fingers, and feet with toes,

although these first people did have a lot of feathers,

they were indeed the first people.


The wonderful conclusion tomorrow!


Writing and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sky People

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When he was young he started out as a hawk, spirit soaring

being lifted by the wind, he quickly grew into an eagle

he built strength, allowing his wingtips to become blue

only resting occasionally on a branch swooping down, with talons

 extended for a meal, but never touching the earth

living boldly in the sky, constantly surging with orange.

He was content never lonely, until they met,

it was her eyes that pierced him, he had never seen

any creation more beautiful, so soft with wingtips sparkling

white. She loved his strength, and his wings surrounding

her. He was surprised she had started as a sparrow

and that she was now surging with purple.

Once they were married they blended

in a glorious event, his orange –  her purple

and that is how the first sunset was created,

ever since then

the skies have been beautiful.


Note: This is influenced by First Nations creation stories.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

In the Beginning

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In the beginning there were rainbows

the first people feel out of the sky, grateful

to land safely on the ground, but they knew

the colors well, and that we were all different

some with feathers, born of the eagles, and others

more based in the earth, longing for the prairies,

or the mountains, still others tied themselves to the waves

sea shells turned into a necklace, and having an endless supply

of food. The Creator smiled through all of this, quite happy

until people began forgetting where they came from,

and until they stopped thinking about the rainbows.

May we always remember that colors are good,

and that people fell from the sky, landing safely on the ground. 


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

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