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| Icy Times - The Circle Forms by � goeswith3faces The sun rises and the moon disappears slowly, pushed by the first glowing sunbeams that shoot the darkness like magical arrows. Grandpa Reeches looks thoughtfully in the little fire. The odour of burned sweetgrass surrounded him and in the twilight of the sunrise, his wrinkled face seemed to be a hundred years older. Since Mary left he was sitting there and tries to get an overview about the things that Mary told him. He did know Mary since she was a child, like he knows most of the people in the reservation. She was all the time more than a welcomed guest in his home but since she was married, he don�t saw her much. She came around maybe four or five times together with her husband. Her husband Ben Yellow Hand � Ben he knows as well, he was the oldest of three children. He remembers that Ben�s father died by an accident in the factory when Ben was about twelve years old. Ben became a silently young boy and nobody seemed to be able to enter his world. Some years later his Mum married a man, a half-blooded native from the Mohican nation. They left the reservation and moved to a place somewhere near Canada. The first thing he heard from Ben again was that he married Mary and that they settled down somewhere near the reservation. Ben had never been the type of guy who speaks much. He listen attentively when Mary�s tears tells more than she was able to express in words and he took her in his old arms to comfort her when not even her voice failed to stand her pain. She was crying in his arms and little tremors ran through her body before she became calmed down enough to listen to him. He told her that he will ask Tunkashila for strength for her and her children and he told her with heavy heart, that he was unable to do something for Ben as long as his spirit don�t feel the need to accept somebody to help him. It had never been the purpose of the Great Mystery to manipulate, but it had been its purpose to lend a helping hand wherever it was asked for help. That�s what he was taught by Tunkashila from the very first time when his ears listened to the sound of the Earth Medicine Drum and it was one of his hardest lessons to learn. He offered Mary to take her children for a while to his youngest daughter and she agreed with tears in her eyes before she left. In the flames of the fire he could see Ben�s spirit like a prisoner of his own. He saw like flames of drinks ate his spirit and agonized his heart. Ben seemed to drown in the muddy water of his dark world but he did not saw Ben�s preparedness to accept help. He did not saw a chance to help him and his eyes became sad. �Sometimes our women are the truly warriors of life, he thinks, when he sits by the fire and prays for Mary and the children. The awakening day whispers in his ears that some scars on the circle of life has to be cured in other ways, ways that he was unable to see, ways that he was unable to understand. When Grandpa Reeches stands up to go his way back home, Tunkashila let him know that no tear will be lost on Mother Earth to no purpose and no pain will be left without comfort and in deepest trust Grandpa intones a quietly song of thanks to Wakan Tanka � In Greatest Respect to all lives on Mother Earth ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |
