The spirits of shadows grow as the light stretched through the trees and over the mountain, shadows that are there in the light and disappear in the dark. Shadows that leave you wondering where they are going and coming from.
As the talebearer speaks her voice changes and a whisper replaces, at times crackling. Her eyes meeting mine looking to see if I was paying attention, the stories were wonderfully scary , and I loved to listen to them.
Sun walking with man talking about the day’s quest noticed that man walked above the ground.
He said to man,“you must keep your feet on the ground so you can learn the way of the mother.”
Man laughed and kept on walking, Sun said again,” walk on the ground”. Now he was not smiling he was serious as to walking on the ground, as he felt that by feeling the ground and touching softly the Mother the man would learn kindness and compassion.
As they walked, he spoke of the earth, as if she was walking alongside of them, gently speaking to teach the man that by caring she would provide him with all that he needed.
Man being aggressive told Sun,”Mother does what I tell her to do”.
When Sun heard this he was angered and made man very warm turning his skin red, as he began moving further away from man he told him that because of his ego he would be bound on earth and cast shadows to bind him down.
Man cried and the Mother came to comfort, she provided food, shelter, clothing but man wanted more, becoming aggressive again, and started WAR.
The Mother hung her head, the Sun faded more and more and man grew more attached to his shadow so much so he jumped when he seen it.
Sun said ,”until man learned to walk with the Mother he would be bound to her", only she would talk to the Moon and Stars and until the Sun returns shadows hold tight to the walker.
Copyrights© By Vickie Bodie 2008
American Native Peoples tale