Dreamer: The Peaceful Night.
The wind whistled around the tepee and rustled the dry grass. I listened as it tickled my land. It was such a peaceful night! I turned and gazed out the tepee door. It was dark outside and I could see one, lone star brightly twinkling in the night.
The wind sang again and the familiar sounds of the tepee whispered back. The sinew ties holding the tepee’s logs together stretched and the hides around the logs shifted in the wind. Between the hides and the ground, air whisked gently through to tickle us all.
Our painted, light blue dream catcher bounced against the frame of the tepee. My grandmother had made the dream catcher many years ago. She had painted it dark blue but the years had faded it to a lighter color. She was disappointed it was no longer dark blue but I liked it lighter!
I looked across the tepee to my mother. She was wrapped comfortably in her blanket. Father was gone. It was his night to keep watch outside the camp. My little sisters lay against the back wall of the tepee. They were fast asleep and snoring slightly.
I stared back out the door again. More stars were out and the wind was still singing. I pulled my buffalo blanket up to my chin and cozy-ed in deeper. My dog, Thunder, heard my movement and thumped his tail.
He was laying outside the tepee and was hoping I would come out and pet him. But I just smiled at him. I was too tired and too warm. It was a beautiful summer night but the wind was cold enough for me to want to stay under my blanket. I closed my eyes and thought of all the dreams and ideas dancing in my head. Very soon I was asleep.
The sun was not up yet when I awoke. Mother was up preparing breakfast. I saw, behind her, father had returned and was still asleep. As always he slept later when he had to guard. Of course he only had to stay out till midnight when another guard traded with him, but it made for a short night!
I reached out and grabbed my deerskin dress. I pulled it into the warmth of the covers and slipped it on. Then I sat up and folded up blankets. I laid them neatly against the tepee and stood up.
Grabbing two baskets I headed out of the tepee to go get water. Several people in the camp were up and all moving quietly in the early light. The sky was a wonderful grey/dark blue. There was a gentle breeze wafting through the camp and the birds were waking up! No stars were out and I knew the sunlight would soon appear!
I reached the river and gazed out over it. I heard nothing but the steady whisking of water. I dipped my baskets into the depths of the silver liquid making two, miniature pools of mystery.
How could water reflect yet at other times be so clear? How could something clear showing something else? I had so many questions and I was so afraid I would never know the answers! I stood, gazing out at the river, thinking.
Finally, I lifted the baskets and left my questions with the silent river. I listened to the song of the birds as I walked back up the trail. As I passed the horse pasture I whistled once. Only one horse, mine, looked up and whined at me.
I smiled at him a second then continued on so he would know I wasn’t really calling him. He was a brilliant, speckled horse that I had trained 2 years earlier when my father taught me horse training. He was a wonderful horse and in my mind was the most beautiful of all!
I greeted Strong Wolf, who was guarding the horses, and he waved back. It was getting lighter and I felt I could see the shapes of the tepees better with every step! I wondered how light made it easier to see things but then I realized I was getting closer to them too!
That might make a difference! I laughed to myself.
I loved morning walks for I loved to imagine and dream. I could ponder my questions of life and think over past days. I could listen to the world around me and try to figure out what it was saying! Like many of my ancestors I had questions. Too many questions! And like my grandmother said, the way to find answers was to watch, and listen, to the world. And so I did that all the time!
Wild Flower, my best friend, met me halfway up the trail.
“Hey Sunrise!” She called.
“Good morning Wild Flower! Oh, isn’t it a beautiful day?!”
“Yes.” She laughed. “But you always think that!”
“But everyday IS beautiful!” I grinned happily as we both laughed and then headed on our ways.
Soon I arrived at our tepee and entered, greeting Mom.
“Good morning.” She answered.
“Here is the water.” I told her, setting it down.
“Ah, thank you Sunset.” She sighed happily, taking the water. She took hot stones from the fire, using tongs, and place them into the water so it would boil. Soon breakfast would be ready, the sun would rise and another shining day would begin! And like always I couldn’t wait!
The next part of the story is in this post.