Monday, March 6, 2017

Birches. by Dianne Sefcik


"Running The Ridge."
© Mark W. Ó Brien 2015

Birches

Cresting the ridge, a stand of birch wakes up memory of the teaching, “How to Choose a Place to Camp” , and other stories told in winter when snow is on the ground. For instance: How lightning avoids omaaî mitig, the birch tree, because spirit-boy blessed omaaî mitig forever, for shielding him as he fled the scorch of firebolts hurled by Thunderbird (and scarring omaaî mitig's white skin to this day). Thunderbird was righteously angry because spirit-boy stole fire for the people, or, some say, because spirit-boy clubbed the nestlings and stole feathers to make his bow strong so he could kill an evil fish.

or

How the Rough-Faced Girl, burned by her jealous sisters, dressed herself in birch bark to approach the invisible Holy One, and how she could see him, when others could not: saw his shoulder strap was a rainbow, his bowstring the Milky Way, and how, being tested, she became his beautiful wife.

The land has stories
Breathing through the winds of time 
Whispering Grandchild 




© Dianne Sefcik





"North Ridge Moss Covered Shadow Peoples." 
© Mark W. Ó Brien 2015






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