Fishing At Lake OntelauneeA Story by redzone….fish sometimes tell stories..Fishing At Lake Ontelaunee
Early morning mist spreads out through the forest, covering the path leading to the lake’s water reflecting Canpasapa Wi -" the moon of cherries blackening". It was a good day for fishing and after facing the four directions, giving thanks, and baiting the hooks, I threw out the first line, aiming for the deep spot where the trout and bass lie.
As I rested against the tall oak, taking in the forest’s scent and warm breeze, I felt my Hawk spirit wanting to fly. These spirit journeys are often strange, as I could see myself by the tree as I circled overhead, feeling freedom of thoughts and calm. But I also felt this urge to fly eastward, further than ever before to a strange land, where mystical creatures were carved into stone temples. As I soared over head, a beautiful woman appeared below, sitting on the temple’s steps and writing in a cloth notebook, enjoying the sunlight warm her face. As if by magic, she turned, looked into my eyes and held out her arm so I could land.
As she smoothed my feathers, she smiled, a calm healing smile, and spoke: “Hawk spirit, welcome to my new home; fly now, tell your master I am healthier and think of him often and wish him well. Go now, give him my touch.”
I awoke with a jolt when the Hawk returned at the same time, a fish took my bait. As I struggled to land the fish, I felt a calmness flow through me. It was a large catfish, perhaps 30 inches long and at least 10 pounds, but it was its eyes that held me. They were sad eyes; eyes that could tell many tales of survival and spoke to me of ancient myths. I knew that I had to release it back into the lake. I went home hungry this day as it was the only fish I caught. But I knew it was the right thing to do, necessary to keep the balance in all things.
As I packed up my gear, the catfish reappeared, thanking me for my sacrifice and began to speak in the ancient tongue. But it was Grandmother’s voice I heard. “My son, you are a brave warrior for releasing my catfish. Know that in our original stories, such sacrifices were important in the way the People became one with the four elements. And your hawk spirit has given you a gift, as well as a challenge. The Sun Dance Ceremony fast approaches and you are called upon to ‘dance the pole’ once again. The amount of time you last will determine your touch and good blessings sent to your far away friend and love. Like you, she too needs to know your feelings, that you will stand beside her always, no matter where she wanders. You are blessed, my son, with such a friend, as she needs to be blessed by your friendship.”
With these words, the catfish disappeared and as I walked back home, I was smiling with hope; feeling Grandmother’s wisdom, and my friend’s warm touch.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 7.16.18 © 2018 redzoneAuthor's Note
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