writing assignment

Sometimes the urge is overwhelming to write something and I am glad to say this week was one of those weeks.  Although it was not the true assignment I am glad to say I did something, maybe next week I will do the assignment.  So here it is, I am not sure where it is going, but it was fun starting it:

“Take my hand, child, the time has come,”  I reached for his hand and then hesitated for a moment.  His hands were well worn and showed the trials and battles he had endured.

“Please,  I am not sure I am ready to know…what if….?”  I did not recognize my own voice, gone was the self confident young lady and she was replaced with a small child who sounded lost and alone.  I had become so scared my whole body began to shake and I was not sure if I had the strength to even move my feet or raise my hand to his.

“ Child, trust me, trust your ancestors.  They have made this possible.  It is time for you to believe in yourself as they believed in you then and now.  Your ancestors will give you the strength when you need it the most.  It is not my hand you grasp but all of them united together.”  

I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe, calmed my racing heart and grasped his outreached hand.  I said a silent prayer asking for an open mind, strength to move forward and guidance to accept the answers to questions not yet formulated.  As I felt my body relax I gave his hand a small squeeze to indicate I was ready; I feared my voice would betray me and reveal how scared I still was, so I remained silent.

“ Sit on the ground in front of me, open your mind and your senses.  Keep your eyes closed, do not open them till I instruct you.  Listen to the life surrounding you.  Listen to the chickadees in the pines, listen to the chipmunks making a nest in the hollow log.”

I closed out my wandering thoughts and did as he asked.  I found myself being entranced by everything I listened to, and it felt as though I was not just hearing them, but I was living through them.  Suddenly I felt the presense of another life force, it felt darker and predatory.  I wasn’t alone in knowing we were being watched, the other animals became silent and stopped moving.

“ there are those who do not want you to know the truth and they will try and stop you.  Alone they may defeat you, but you are not alone, remember always you are not alone.  “

He grasped my other hand and suddenly I felt as though I was surrounded by a power so strong I knew the intruder could not harm me.  I was confident now, stronger, my ancestors had truly wrapped their arms around me in protection and nothing could harm me.

I heard a soft chuckle where the predator stood off to the side.  Slowly the chuckle became more distant.

“I will be back, I have been very patient waiting for your return.  Soon you will know my name and it will pass over  your lips with love.  When you remember I will be there.  Come and find me nidawi, so I can finish what you started.”   Nidawi means fairy girl in omaha.