Grandmother was frail. It often kept her inactive. What had always been so natural to her, chopping wood to warm the Hogan and to prepare a simple meal, was now a major task. It was difficult to watch her. She had much energy in her youth. As the days slipped away grandmother sat quietly and looked off into the distance. Locked up in her world of silence. How she had loved to ride the painted pony, riding through the arid desert, strong and confidant. It was a beautiful sight to my then young eyes. She had taught me the tradition of dance. Dance came natural to her. She often relived the experience she once had while visiting the ocean. It was a one time experience that she held dear to her heart. She described how the liquid gold danced upon the water. Brilliant and bright. She thanked our creator for the opportunity to see with her own eyes, only, what she had heard from tourists that frequented the store on the reservation. With my heart I revered the times of story telling and I determined to cling to the ways of our people.
Dancing On Water
Published by Mother Hen
My age tells me that I am in my golden years. My heart tells me that I am still young and that I have much to contribute to this beautiful and complex world. My faith in God sustains me each step of my journey here on earth, as I continue to explore the world through the lens of my camera. View all posts by Mother Hen
Beautiful.
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If only we gave our elders the respect they deserve – and were more willing to accept their insights and wisdom. Lovely story.
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Captured well a Navajo elder’s life. I worked as a nurse and lived in their nation a brief while and met several. Perceptive story.
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You had me at the title. Fabulous story.
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Beautiful story.
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This is a very beautiful post… and though I came to it from far away… and from a different people, I felt at home reading your words.
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Thank you Shimon..
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Precious life lessons and beautiful memories from your grandmother. Just like the ocean’s water glittering with golden Sun’s reflections, your story dance so lovingly, passionately. Thanks. Best wishes to your family.
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Thank you so very much and the best to you and yours…
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