Sky – The Fighter

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by Ben Marra via newswatch.nationalgeographic

Historical Fiction

What the people did not know was that Sky was a fighter. Every day she fought fear and hopelessness, and she was refusing to give up, which means in a sense, she was victorious. She was afraid people would not like her, or that they would perceive her intentions in some wrong way, even people she had known all her life. She was also afraid she would never be married, or have children. She was afraid of a lot of things, but she always fought a brave and courageous battle.

This time of year was especially difficult, because of being inside all the time. The people had blessed her with her own lodge, so she would not have to live with her younger brother Bear Dancer, and his wife. They were married not long ago, and she knew they needed the privacy. The loneliness was intense though, and she struggled with the idea that it would always be this way.

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from fallout.wikia via google

Every night she battled the horrible monster of fear in her dreams. Usually it looked something like a wolf, with huge fangs, but she knew it was fear attacking her. The good thing was, these battles at night always resulted in her winning. She would dream of killing the thing with either her knife, or a lance. In most of the dreams, she was outside and the thing would come running at her. Even when the thing bit her or wounded her, while they were fighting in the snow, she fought hard and won.

But the nightmares were less now, and she knew that. She knew at least some of it had to do with Wild Horse. He seemed to be giving her confidence, confidence in herself. How did that happen? The fear about marriage was changing into a sense of hopefulness, due to Wild Horse being in the village. She wasn’t giving her heart away though, at least not yet. He kept smiling at her and talking to her! This terrified her, and thrilled her at the same. Was it fair to say that this fear was losing its grip? Yes, it was! She smiled more often, instead of running from people.

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from science.howstuffworks via google

She did want to get rid of the monster though, once and for all, but did not know how. One daywhile praying, she had the idea that she should talk to Cricket in the Meadow, in order to get the motherly advice she needed. Cricket in the Meadow, was more than happy to visit with her. They did not smoke the pipe, but they sang songs instead, and some that Sky did not know. They were ancient songs asking the Creator for help. Cricket in the Meadow said most of the songs came from her Grandmother’s Grandmother.

Over the next few days and weeks they spent a lot of time together. Cricket in the Meadow even privately contemplated asking Sky if she could live with her, but she waited to ask. Living with Spotted Bull and his family was a challenge at times. The couple were in the prime of their married life, and the children were so loud!

One sunny but cold afternoon, when they were together, Sky shared about her bad dreams, about always winning, and the fact that they were less now. “Do you think a person can help another person to have confidence and remove fear?” Cricket in the Meadow stirred the fire, and calmly said, “Sure, love can do that.” Sky was horrified, “But I don’t love him!”, she stammered, looking for more words. Cricket in the Meadow matter of factly responded with, “No, but I think he has given his heart away, and you have it now”. Sky was speechless.

from National Geographic
from National Geographic

Prairie Flower was not blind to her son’s attraction to Sky. Wild Horse was different now, ever since he had sought a vision. He had matured. She liked the idea of the two of them as a couple, it made a lot of sense, in a number of ways. And like any good mother, she would help them in any way she could! She decided to spend more time with the young lady.

On the other side of the village, Bluebird was having more dreams about babies. She was not sure if she was expecting yet, but there was one thing for sure, she and Thunder Speaking smiled a lot. Love was like that, and everybody knew it.

Grand Tetons Wyoming
Grand Tetons Wyoming

Sky is an amazing person! We will see more of her in the future. There will also be some contemporary microfiction coming up, and I have decided to add a weekly feature of music, probably each weekend. Thanks for reading!

PEACE!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Wild Horse Seeks a Vision

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from blog.al

Historical Microfiction

Wild Horse wanted to be married, he just did not know to whom yet. As they smoked and talked, Seven Hawks realized his son was lonely. Now that he thought about it, this had been true ever since they had arrived here. Wild Horse did not fit in as easily with the Tsi people, as the other Grie did. “I’m even thinking about going back to our first village”, there it was, Wild Horse spoke what his father had been thinking.

“It’s not always easy being your son”, this came with such emotion from Wild Horse, that his father was shocked. “Everyone loves you, they look up to you!” “He’s the strongest man alive, they say!” “They have nothing but good to say about you”. “Father, I do not have your strength, I do not have dreams and visions like some people here”. Seven Hawks offered his son the pipe, hoping it would calm him down. It worked. As he held the pipe in his hands, Wild Horse said with a sigh, in a quiet way, “I don’t have any friends here”. There it was again, loneliness. His son drew from the pipe, thinking he may have said too much.

Seven Hawks was not a quick thinker, but this time he felt inspired. The thought came to him straight out of the sky. “Sky, have you thought about the Tsi woman they call Sky?” Seven Hawks let the words flow right out. His son looked shocked. Why would his father say such a thing after all he had just said? “No”, he said flatly. He added, “Isn’t there something wrong with her?” “I mean…..isn’t she older?”

from american-indian-art
from american-indian-art

Seven Hawks thought he would choke his son, right then and there, or at least yell at him. “Son, she is 24!” “No there is nothing wrong with her!” Now he needed to calm down, and motioned for the pipe. Wild Horse tried to explain, “All I meant was….she’s different….she seems afraid at times….and well…..wears more clothing than other women”. There he said it, it was out now. Seven Hawks stared at his son, as if he didn’t know him. He began inhaling huge puffs from the pipe. Who was this strange person sitting in front of him?!! He said nothing.

It was just then that Prairie Flower walked into the lodge, saw the pipe, saw her husband and her son looking very serious, then turned and walked out of the lodge in disgust. Seven Hawks knew a storm was brewing in his wife, but he talked for a while longer with his son, about the village, and how good it was here. Seven Hawks wanted his son to stay here and begin a new life.

He also defended what he said about Sky by saying that some women are like that, meaning more timid, because they realize the great treasure they have inside of themselves. Their hearts are very special. “Maybe she is trying to protect the treasure”, Seven Hawks heard himself saying. Where did those words come from? He drew their long talk to a close with the words, “Just think about it son”. These were not words from heaven, but it was all he could think of at the time.

Great Sand Dunes Colorado by Matt-Payne via flickr
Great Sand Dunes Colorado by Matt-Payne via flickr

It was night by this time, and Wild Horse went outside for some air. His mother brushed by him and quickly went into their lodge. He briefly heard some arguing inside, but then he saw their shadows embracing by the fire, and he knew they would be alright. Looking at the sky he was amazed at how many stars there were…..he felt small in one sense, and yet connected to the earth, and filled with awe. Suddenly he thought of the name “Sky”, and wondered if her name meant the blue sky of day, or the night sky, filled with stars. He sighed deeply, and went for a walk, through the paths where snow was cleared by the people, around the village. He needed to think.

He did not know if he should stay in this village or not, and he was confused. He needed answers, he needed a clear head, and a quiet spirit. This was one time where he felt he should pray. He needed more than just prayer though. He needed a vision, and starting tomorrow he would seek that vision, until he had the answers he needed.

What he did not know, was that on the other side of the village Cricket in the Meadow sensed she should pray for Wild Horse. She put another log on the fire, and closed her eyes. At first her mind was blank, and then for some reason she had an image of a bright blue sky, where the sun was shining on beautiful white clouds. She had never seen such a beautiful sky before……

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by chibitomu via flickr

The conclusion of Wild Horse Seeks a Vision next time! Thanks for reading!

Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

The Season of Deep Snow

Eagle Dancer - from the Hopi Nation by Mike Pieth
Eagle Dancer – from the Hopi Nation by Mike Pieth

Historical Microfiction

The snow brought peace. There were times when nothing could be heard other than the soft, almost silent sound, of snow falling on the lodges. The winds were not as severe as in some winters, so the softness and quietness prevailed. Fires burning brightly in the lodges, added warmth. With the return of Talking Eagle, and his continuing healing, the people felt a deep sense of happiness, and contentment. The fact that the Grie people were living with them, and would probably be staying with them, only added to the feelings of wellbeing. The Grie people added strength to them, and everybody knew it.

Somehow, during this period, Seven Hawks became a counselor of men. It was the season of deep snow, which meant families were together all day and all night. When the people were together for such long periods, it mostly resulted in good things, like children being born about 9 months from now, but it was also difficult for some, married and unmarried.

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from monticello.org

It was Bull Elk that first came to Seven Hawks, and they spent many hours, over several days, smoking the pipe, and talking about marriage and women (without the women in the lodge). Seven Hawk’s advice was mostly about gentleness, and that a man could be gentle in one sense, and incredibly strong in another, at the same time. That’s what Seven Hawks thought women were looking for.  Bull Elk pondered this for a long time, and took a number of puffs from the pipe, thinking about it.

Bull Elk did also share that he felt humiliated by his own behavior, and he did not think he could ever overcome this feeling. Seven Hawks inwardly felt awkward with this conversation, and wanted to tell him to go to someone else for this advice, but he didn’t. Somehow he found the words (were they from the Creator?) and he talked about how forgiveness works. Healing would come in time, and he would learn what it meant to forgive himself. Bull Elk felt good about these words, and thanked his friend. He left trying to absorb it all.

When Two Wolves came to talk to him the next day, Seven Hawks was stunned. “You want advice from meee?” Two Wolves said yes, but would not say exactly what it was about. From his silence, Seven Hawks knew instantly what it was about, and he looked at his wife, as if to say, “Can you give us time to talk?” She looked back at him with a look that said, “Are you kidding me? Will I ever have time in my own lodge?” He thanked her as she stomped out.

Two Wolves shared how he and Songbird were in love but they had not allowed themselves to be lit with passion yet. “Did that make sense?”, he asked, obviously nervous to talk about it. Seven Hawks said it made perfect sense, which helped Two Wolves to relax. “Wait” Seven

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from shareonfacebook

Hawks motioned with his hand, as he explained further, “We need to smoke the pipe before we continue.” This was a tremendous honor for a 15 year old. Seven Hawks was showing him respect, and was indicating that he thought Two Wolves was his equal.

Two Wolves opened up after that, and shared all about his love for Songbird, and the way she felt about him. After smoking a long time, and talking, Two Wolves asked, “When should we be married?” Seven Hawks took the pipe, and drew from it, which gave him time to think. More and more he drew puffs, then he blew the smoke upward, thinking hard. This was a tough question. Finally he said, “I’ll give you my advice, only if you go to others for their advice, and you listen to each one, including your father, and the leaders, like Standing on the Mountain, and Hawk in the Sky”. Two Wolves agreed.

Seven Hawks shared that it was not unusual for the people to marry at 17, even though some waited a little longer. He added, “Don’t wait too long though because your love may diminish.” Two Wolves nodded in agreement. It was a good talk. Two Wolves felt he now had a friend to turn to if he needed to in the future. Seven Hawks also gave him further advice, that cannot be mentioned here. They laughed through some of it!

It wasn’t until after Two Wolves left, that Seven Hawks realized he was almost out of tobacco. As he stood up, he realized he had never had this type of conversation with own son! The thought struck him like a piece of wood. His son Wild Horse was old enough to marry right now! It was at that exact moment that his son Wild Horse walked into the lodge, and said, “Father, can we talk?”

He nodded yes, and as they sat down, Seven Hawks knew that by nightfall he would be out of tobacco, and that he would really have to smoothe things over now, with his wife Prairie Flower.

art by Kevin Red Star
art by Kevin Red Star

Note: It’s my understanding that people of history married much younger than we do now. For example my Grandparents married very young. I do not recommend marrying this young today!

Also, smoking the pipe has a spiritual significance to First Nations people. It was not like our culture of men smoking cigars. When smoking the pipe, there was a sense of being connected, and the smoke was like prayer going up into heaven.

Peace!

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

A Family Restored

Aspen Flower - Art by Alfredo Rodriguez
Aspen Flower – Art by Alfredo Rodriguez

Historical Microfiction

Bull Elk would not let go of carrying his son, even though he was exhausted. The men traveled all day through the forest and into the night. There were several times he stumbled but he insisted on carrying the foot of the sling, while Seven Hawks carried the head. Bull Elk was carrying more than the physical weight of his son though, he carried the weight of his son possibly dying, if they did not get back to the village soon, and it was his fault.  Two Wolves proved to be an excellent guide and led them through one trail and then other. The men were impressed with Two Wolves, and Standing on the Mountain was especially impressed. As he looked at the sky, through the trees, Standing on the Mountain saw clouds moving in. He was praying that the storm would hold off until they got back home.

Once night came, Holds the Fire began to unravel. She sent for Cricket in the Meadow, not because she needed a vision, or an herbal drink, or even words of wisdom. She needed a friend. She needed someone like her mother, and Cricket in the Meadow was the closest thing she had to a mother. When Cricket in the Meadow came in, she immediately embraced Holds the Fire, and let her cry on her shoulder. Holds the Fire was crying, because she thought she might never see her husband, or son again. If they did find Talking Eagle – would he be alive?

When they began to see the fires of the lodges, the men all breathed a sigh of relief. Standing on the Snow and RiverMountain led them in a song of thanks, to the Creator. They also wanted the village to hear them coming in. Wild Horse ran ahead of them and went straight for the lodge of Holds the Fire. As he was running, it began to snow – heavily. Standing on the Mountain looked up at the sky, and knew it would be a big one. He thanked the Creator that they were home.

Once they were in the village there was no time for celebrating. It was time for action. Talking Eagle was carried straight to his lodge where his mother, Holds the Fire, his sister Bluebird, and Cricket in the Meadow, were waiting. The young man was pale and his lips were blue. The men had done well taking care of him on the journey back, but there was no way for him to begin to heal, until he was next to a fire in a warm lodge. Within seconds of them bringing in Talking Eagle, there were at least 10 people tending to him or helping. Wild Horse went to get more wood for the fire. Women were heating up rocks, wrapping them, and then placing them next to the young man.

Bull Elk intentionally maneuvered around the people so he could be next to his wife. He knelt down next to her, where she was seated next to the fire, and holding their son. He placed a hand on her shoulder. It was a silent gesture, and one that brought with it hope. He was hoping that she would respond in a positive way. She did smile, and looked at him with relief on her face.

It took a while for the young man to return from the brink of disaster, but his color returned and lips became a normal color. Unfortunately he lost several toes, and the small finger on his left hand to frostbite. They just could not restore them. There was some frostbite on his face as well, but Cricket in the Meadow thought it would heal with time.

The crowd began to thin as dawn approached. Talking Eagle did wake up long enough to drink several warm herbal drinks. Bull Elk did ask his wife if he should sleep in another lodge. He was concerned that she was hurting still. She said, “It will take time… but please stay here with us.” “Talking Eagle and I both need you here now”. It was an act of faith really. She was still hurting from all of his anger, but she detected a change in him. There was a deep sadness now.

So they went to sleep as the sun was coming up, together in the same lodge. In that sense they were a family again. Holds the Fire had good dreams, and dreamed that she was dancing the jingle dress dance around their lodge. She also dreamt of Bull Elk having humility, asking his son’s forgiveness, and once again being a strong man, without the anger and meanness.

The next night Holds the Fire took another step of faith by moving her bedding next to her husband again. It brought forgiveness, and started the healing process. It took time, but healing came, and love was restored.

by sheltieboy via flickr
by sheltieboy via flickr

Note: The jingle dress dance is done by women, and thought to bring healing and restoration. There are small bells on the dress, such as in the picture above. As the women dance the bells (jingles) make a beautiful sound. If I find a good one I think I will post a video on the dance. Thanks for reading! Peace!

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The Lost Son – Part III

via flickr
via flickr

Microfiction

Bull Elk did not say a word as the men quickly moved through the forest. He knew that all of this was his fault, and it was all he could do to hold himself together. He was torn up inside and he knew it. Why was he so stupid last night? Somehow he found the courage to apologize to his wife before they left. She said nothing but shook her head “yes”. He loved his wife more than anything on this earth, but he had caused her great pain. He hated himself. He knew it would be a long time before they embraced again. She had every right to leave him, according to their custom. At least if they died out here, trying to find his son, he did what he could to make peace with his wife. At least he had done one thing right.

And now it was time to find his son, before it was too late, before they all froze to death and there would be no asking for his forgiveness. He didn’t usually pray but Bull Elk prayed for help from the Creator. They moved swiftly, and made good time following the trail of Talking Eagle. They found themselves at a group of very large rocks, where they climbed and surveyed the land. There was a creek and thick brush up ahead. It was very clear that the trail of Talking Eagle went into the thick brush. They all looked at each other, and knew that it would be tough going from here.

By the time Talking Eagle made it to the other side of the thick brush he had no idea where he was. To be honest though, he didn’t care. He was away from his father and all the pain of the village. He came to a clearing and decided to rest. He also needed to do something about his feet. They were wet and cold, very cold. He took off the many layers of buckskin, and replaced them with fresh ones, after drying off his feet. He did have sense enough to prepare for this, but he was starting to become concerned about the extreme temperatures.

He built a fire, which was not easy, just before the sun began setting. In the distance he heard aWolf 1 wolf howling, which sent chills down his spine. He decided to do something his father had taught him, and that was to dig a pit in the earth, and put heavy logs over top of him, once he was in it. The pit would protect him from the wolves but there was no way to have a fire, once he was inside. He might freeze to death. It was either the fire and probably facing the wolves, or sleeping in the pit. Either way he might die.

Oh no! As he started digging he realized the earth was frozen, which ruined his knife. It was slow going, but he made it deep enough, to move the earth with his hands. At the same time, he had to keep the fire going. Wolves did not like fire. Off in the distance he saw several sets of eyes. They were not people eyes, and they were not friendly. He would have to move quickly to get the large logs.

The logs were so big he had to roll them into place. Then he put more wood on the fire, and kept digging. He could see forms moving in the forest, shadows really. He guessed there were 4 or maybe 5 of them, pacing back and forth, looking for the right time to attack. He worked quickly, but not quickly enough. The wolves became bold and showed themselves. He began throwing burning pieces of wood at them which held them at bay.

Once he had the pit deep enough, he got in and said goodbye to the fire. He might be saying goodbye to life, and for the first time he realized that coming out here by his self was not a good idea.

The men had a tough time getting through the brush. Most of them were cut or scratched on their faces, and then on their hands as they tried to protect themselves. Seven Hawks got the worst of it, as he tried moving his huge frame through branches that hit him like ropes with knives on them. He gave up trying to protect himself, and barreled through like a buffalo in a corn field.

By dark, they had made it through the brush, but they had lost the trail of Talking Eagle long ago. There was no sign of the young man, and they had no choice but to build a fire, in order to stay alive. Was that a wolf? Night Scene

 This weekend the conclusion of The Lost Son, and some poetry!

Thanks for reading! 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.

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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.

 Brown and White Vanner

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

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

Time Together

Leslie Deer
Leslie Deer

Microfiction

The more she learned about him the more she loved him. When he told Bluebird about leaving his original village near the coast, she cried. She was horrified about his people dying, and that the village was mostly abandoned. She thought out loud that maybe the Grie and Tsi should go and fight the bad people there. He pondered this for a moment and said, “Then we would be no better than they are”. She cried again and held a hand over her mouth, this time because she was so happy the Creator had given her this particular man.

Both the Grie and Tsi people made sure the young couple had time together. They talked freely for hours, only occasionally stumbling over words, smiling or laughing about it. Sometimes they were outside but mostly they were in a lodge. A lot of shifting had taken place since the Grie people arrived. The Tsi people were one of the few that had lodges for their supplies. This was especially important in the winter, and included food for their horses. Supplies and people were moved so that each of the Grie families now had their own lodge. The young couples did share their space, but only with extra supplies of food.

Thunder Speaking was living alone in his lodge again, which was good for having people visit. Bull Elk and Seven Hawks were regular visitors. At first he thought the visits were just social, but he caught on they were also teaching him about the Grie people. Their origins and customs were of a particular interest to him. They spent hours talking together, eating, and smoking the pipe.

As his love for her grew, there were times when she came to his lodge, and he loved these times! She would fuss over his arm, and they both were busy setting up the lodge for when they were married. They talked about their lives and their dreams. They often kissed, and held one another, but stopped before it went any further. “Soon” they both said, smiling.

Since they were near the forest some of the Grie and Tsi men went deer hunting, and Thunder Speaking went along for the ride, even though he could not hold a bow yet. They were stretching their supplies by going hunting in between storms. The Grie were clearly impressed with the fact that there were so many deer and elk living in the area. Bull Elk spoke in perfect Tsi, “this is a good land”.

When his mother, Cricket in the Meadow, came to visit she always spoke about her relationship with Lone Horse. He learned about men and women, how they see things differently, what makes them think a certain way, and how to resolve conflicts. She did this by telling stories, and what she and Lone Horse did in different situations. He could clearly see a light coming from her face. She would often stir the fire when she spoke, but he could also see the image of Lone Horse’s spirit sitting next to her, nodding his head in agreement, and smiling. Thunder Speaking always thanked his mother for these visits but he really had no words to express his gratitude for the gifts of wisdom that she shared.

After she left, he would always sit alone and ponder her words. She truly was a mother to him, and he knew without a doubt, that the Creator was living in this village – his village – and that he belonged here…. among the Tsi and Grie people.

Friesen in the Snow

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The Healing of the Grie People

Sequoia National Park by Ben H.
Sequoia National Park by Ben H.

“I cannot go back there.” “You must”, came the answer. “No, they should kill me and throw me in the river”, Red Hawk was surprised they had not done it already. “I will be with you”, came the answer. “You will?” “Yes”.

The Great White Buffalo further explained, “There needs to be a healing within the people, and fear must be removed. You can explain that you were sick, but many will not understand that, so you can apologize for harming them.” This all made perfect sense of course, and Red Hawk knew it was right. The White Buffalo continued, “Over time the people will begin to trust you again.” With this statement, Red Hawk had hope that began to grow, maybe it was all possible. He did want to repair any damage he had done.

“First we need to take care of that pebble”, The Great White Buffalo was filled with compassion. Red Hawk closed his eyes again and shook his head yes. This time there was only a bright light. He could not tell if it was coming from the outside of his body, or if it was only in his mind, or if it was both. It did not hurt, but the light was so intensely bright that he covered his eyes with his hands. Then there were flashing images of his mind, where he could see the pebble in his mind shrinking until finally it disappeared, and his mind became well! He also saw the tree branches, but this time they became untwisted, and untangled, as he watched. Red Hawk knew that blood was flowing properly again.

A little while later they were walking towards the village, side by side. The Great White Buffalo explained that Red Hawk should talk to his father first and go from there. Healing would flow like a river. Red Hawk was thinking he needed a new name, and knew right away what it should be – Buffalo Medicine.

Then they stood at the top of the small hill that overlooks his village. Would they accept him? Either way, at least he would do everything he could to make things right. There were several people milling around the village, and two women noticed them first. They saw both Red Hawk and the Great White Buffalo. They froze where they were, with shock. Others saw the two women and wondered what they were looking at and they saw the man Red Hawk, and the Great White Buffalo too. Ten people saw the Great White Buffalo, which was a sign of abundance and restoration. Then they all fled to get their families to come and see this wondrous sight.

When they returned to look, there was only Red Hawk. Eyes were popping, and jaws were dropping as he walked into the village, now obviously in his right mind. He found his father, and they went inside his lodge, where they had a long talk. He told his father everything. As he was listening War Chief wept, grateful to have his son back.

Epilogue: Buffalo Medicine (formerly Red Hawk) did all he could to gain the trust of the people. He went hunting and gave the food away. He caught horses and gave them to the families of women he had injured. He made things, like bows, arrows, knives, anything he could think of, and gave them as gifts.

Gradually the people began to trust him, but it took time. There was a healing process, and fear had to let go of the people. Fear walked away from the village with its head hanging low, looking for other victims elsewhere.

War Chief decided not to be the chief anymore. He did not feel right about it, and he told the people they should decide who their leaders should be. He also changed his name to reflect who he was now. His new name was – Grateful Man.

Years later Buffalo Medicine married, and they had three beautiful children.

 

Tipi in Snow

Note: There will be more microfiction in the future but this weekend I’ll share some poetry. I long to return to the village where the Tsi and some of the Grie people live together. After all there is a marriage pending! I call this village the village of “Two Peoples”.

Peace to all of you!

Thanks for reading!

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree

The Rescue of Red Hawk – Part II

Sky and Clouds

Microfiction

The huge animal’s head was at least ten times the size of his own. He knew it was real, he could not deny what he was seeing, and that he was feeling the hot breath of Great White Buffalo in his face. Yet, he could not comprehend the animal being just inches away, so he just sat there and stared.

“You have hurt a lot of people, and there is a lot of work to be done, so come walk with me”, the great animal spoke without moving his lips. They walked together into the large herd of buffalo, and Red Hawk stuck close to the White Buffalo’s left side. Normally Red Hawk would have been crushed by the menacing herd, but they simply parted for the Great White, as if a great chief were walking by.

The White Buffalo began speaking to his mind about all the wrong things he had done, and the way he had hurt people. There were times that Red Hawk stopped in his tracks. He only remembered pieces of what he heard. Then they would walk on, and he would hear more of his cutting lodges with a knife, yelling at people, throwing water on cooking fires, and many more. He began weeping, with tears streaming down his face.

Then the worst of it came. The Great White Buffalo told Red Hawk about four different women he had beaten, three of them badly, when they had rejected him. This broke him into a thousand pieces, and he fell to his knees. He could not believe he had done such a thing, yet flashes came to his mind and he remembered the women. He remembered the anger he felt, so it must be true. He let out a scream of grief which could be heard for miles, and he wept bitterly.

He could not remember much after that, other than a warm yellow light shining on him from the heavens. He lay on the ground holding his head, wanting to die, weeping until long after dark.

He did not remember sleeping, but the next morning he woke to a small pile of wild vegetables, and berries next to him. The White Buffalo was off in the distance, as if he was guarding Red Hawk to keep him safe. He heard the Buffalo say, “Eat, Red Hawk, you will need your strength”. He had forgotten what food tasted like, and it did help him. The huge white animal walked over when he had finished and said, “I need to show you something, but you must be willing. It will be a vision.” Red Hawk shook his head yes, and closed his eyes.

Suddenly in his mind he saw flashes of light, mountains, rivers, the great sea, ten thousand thoughts came flooding in all at once – and then he was flying. Into the heavens he soared, above the clouds, more flashes of light, streams, rivers, water flowing over rocks. Trees were waving in the wind.

And then he saw himself sitting in the snow, and the vision went deep into his mind. He saw something that did not look right. In his mind there was something that looked like tree branches but they were all twisted, and tangled. The White Buffalo’s voice told him, that blood was not flowing right in his mind. The vision went deeper, like searching the depths of the sea, and he saw something there. In his mind he saw….well it looked like…..it looked like a pebble. There was a pebble in his mind that should not be there. He saw it. And the Great White Buffalo told him that it was causing a problem with his blood flowing. There were more flashes of light and the vision ended….

On the Edge of the Woods

Note: Next time healing comes to the Grie village. Thanks for reading!

Writing © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree