by margaret | Dec 16, 2021 | lakota, wolf storm, yellow lodge
Estchimah (looks up into Twin Chiefs eyes) The mirror has great power Twin Chiefs (smiles) Yes, it has, my child (One morning soon after, she notices the old man is breaking camp. She eats some dry meat and drinks the soup he has prepared. Then she begins to...
by margaret | Feb 15, 2017 | wolf storm
Two days can be a week to a child, and one moon as a full set of turnings…after a few days I feel as if I belong with the old man. He hasn’t said much, except for asking about my health. I tend the flock with him a few days, lounging around as he herds. ...
by margaret | Feb 15, 2017 | wolf storm
I wish to tell you about the man who shakes me awake the next morning…he is to become my teacher. I remember that meeting so clearly it still startles me to think of it. I am wet and shivering from the night dampness, half awake…half asleep…the old man shakes me. I am...
by margaret | Feb 15, 2017 | wolf storm
there are many quiets one that awakens remembrance is far greatest this memory: fire dances among rocks magic rain shy messages hummed by willow reeds spring! colors held in the hands of chieftains…silver flower rings WIND…around my head at night…angry bees I lie down...
by margaret | Jul 26, 2016 | black lodge, wolf storm
Sweet Medicine now is the time for you and me to look in at the second Muse There were twelve great tents that stand in a circle upon the prairie, each of those tents is protected by a guardian There are many paths leading from every direction to the tents, but almost...
by margaret | Jul 26, 2016 | black lodge, wolf storm
The first Muse reminds me of when About To Be Adult asks her teacher why she is not given a medicine painting to reflect upon equal to that of her brother, whose name was Young Eagle Learning To Fly. Teacher Are you ready? About to be Adult Yes… I have asked the...
