STORY OF THE WIND
In the time before the stone lodge there were no songs to be sung. People were new to this land and had not found their way or their voices. Coyote could sing and so could the Wolf, the birds sang their songs and the grasses and trees too. The many legged and no legged had a song to sing that was their very own. But the two legged did not have a song to sing. There was no drums or flutes or rattles and only the rattle snake had a rattle and the grouse would drum on the log as would the woodpeckers. Crickets made their see-saw sound with their hind legs and other insects buzzed or hummed.
My father looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said, “Even the frogs had a song and they only sang in the evening or at night. It is said that they could call the rain, or let us know when it was going to rain.” The fish and the other ones with fins that lived in the water listened to the frog. Frog would tell them of the weather and let them know where the best food was found.
The wind was quiet then when it came to sweep across the plains and slip into the mountains nooks and crannies. All was peaceful and quiet on the earth, except for the noises that the animals, birds and insects made. And, of course the frog.
One day a small child named Sweet Grass, was walking in the meadow and a magpie came and set on a branch of a cotton wood tree. The magpie started to sing to the little girl and she tried to make the same sounds of the magpie. Soon she was singing the magpie song and trying to sound like magpie. Magpie laughed and Sweet Grass laughed too. Sometimes the magpie talked to her in a way that uses the mind and not the voice he told her that he was also a two-legged and was captured and locked into a bird’s body. He told her that there were many such birds that were his relatives and that some lived here and some in lands far away.
Raven, and Crow, he said were his relation on this land where we now live. Each day the little girl would come and listen to the magpie as he told her about the land and why the two-legged came to live here.
He spoke of a land far away in the stars where the the ones who she was related to came from. He said all the two-legged strange ones came from that place beyond the stars in the sky world.
As there was no way to tell her parents about this wonderful bird she could not share what she had learned. Finally one day when she did not know her mother was near her, she started to sing the song the magpie taught her. Her mother ran from the lodge making a high pitched crying noise. This frightened the people and they thought maybe a bad spirit was in this child. Many stayed away from the fire if she was near it and did not eat of the food she had touched.
This did not stop the little one Sweet Grass and finally many of the other children started to make the same sounds she made. The parents did not understand this and were very much afraid.
Where ever the children went, the magpie, crow and raven followed them and taught them more and more of the songs and ways to make wonderful sounds. Soon the land was full of sounds and from all of this came the way we speak today. This took many years so it was not done over night or in one generation.
The sounds you hear on the wind are the voices of our ancestors still telling us how to sing and make the music that was given to us by the bird nation. The songs of our people will never be lost as long as we sit and listen to the wind. When we need a medicine song we only have to offer tobacco and listen. Soon the wind will whisper the song we need for healing or for helping the people.
Later from the grouse and the woodpecker, we learned to make the drum and from the woodpecker we also were given the flute. Rattle snake gave us the medicine of his rattle to scare away the bad Tokas (spirits).
From many animals and creatures we were given all the things we now take for granted.
The standing Nation (trees) still are here to carry the voices in their branches of the ancient ones as they tell us their story and teach us their songs.
We are told that all the earth that is ever going to be is here, on this what we call Mother Earth, all the water is here and just recycles in this bubble around the Earth Mother. All the air is here, and is recycled from oxygen to carbon dioxide in this bubble. Without these things there can be no life on this our Mother. As for the wind it is also here and circles around the Earth Mother cooling her and heating her in the seasons. In this wind there is all the sound that ever was and ever will be on this Earth Mother. The wind is carrying the voices of our ancestors so we will never forget who we are, and where we came from.
Sometimes now when I am an old woman I can go and stand on a hill when the wind is blowing and hear the sound or the ancient ones playing instruments that I do not know. The sound is so sweet that it fills me with wonder and peace. Bells and flutes, horns of birch bark, rattles, drums, all of these are in the wind that flows around this sweet Earth Mother. Ocean waves are in the sound as they crash on the shores. The voices of the animals and people and birds are here in the wind. All the music up until now is in the wind. The sound of people in laughter and in pain are in the wind. All the sounds of war and destruction are also in the wind.
All of my relations voices are carried in the sound of the wind from all the places of the Earth making one band singing and playing in harmony. So I am never alone and I am always with my people. The wind sings the songs of our people in one voice~in one song~ for peace.
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