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Nov. 29th, 2010 | 11:39 pm
location: bedroom
mood: coldcold
music: none

This is a creation story I wrote in my first year of education for a world religions course.  It had been a week of -40 weather and I wanted to write something positive about winter so that I could stop diliking it so much.  The assignment was to write a story about the genesis of wind that was memorable and believable.  It remains my favorite assignment after 4 years at the university.

Do not worry my children.  Your father has been painted in the heavens to join the great dance in the northern sky.  Do not cry over his passing.  His spirit lingers and listens.  Yes, the same winter wind that beats against our tipi took his life but he would not want you to be frightened.  Come, let me tell you and your father's spirit a story, a story about the world a long time ago, before there was wind and when the whole world was covered in ice snow.  A time when the sky had no colour and winter reigned year round...

The People suffered and starved because Gaia was frozen and all the animals the People used for food and clothing had frozen.  While all this went on the Gods hid under a great lake called Sverdrup and were deaf to The People's prayers and cries.

Now, this lake, oh my children, was the biggest that there ever was or ever will be.  it stretched beyond the horizons and The People could not, with their strongest men and fastest canoe, paddle from one shore to the other.  the surface was as shiny as the smoothest river rock and when looking in its depths all you could see was your reflection.  And this, oh my children, was as the Gods wanted it.  For the Gods had a secret hidden underneath the still surface of Sverdrup.

Underneath the lake was hidden a garden of eternal summer where every sort of pland and animal lived and prospered.  Rain clouds raced over this garden propelled by wind, for wind is what changes the weather, of course, and brings the life giving rain clouds.  the Gods were happy with this place that was perfect in ever way and were content to keep it for themselves until the end of time.

But there was a woman.  A woman named Enigana who, in spite of the famine, was incredibly beautiful.  She was very odd though adn could not stand to have a speck of dust on her or on her clothing.  Enigana spent almost all her time on the edge of the lake washing her self in the warm water.  The water was kept warm, oh my children, because of summers heat rising from the garden encased by the unfathomable lake, of course.  This defilement of their waters made the Gods angry and they decided to send someone to punish her for her lack of respect.

It was to the Trickster that the job of Eniganas punishment fell, for he was the only one willing to leave the comfort of the garden for the bitter cold of the upper world.  He climbed, hand over hand, up the robe made of basswood fibres that kept the lake tied down to Gaia, until his face broke the surface of the water.  Eingana was there like usual but when the Trickster saw her bathing, he fell in love, of course.  And seeing how hunger was hurting her and her people, he decided to give her the greatest gift of all... the gift of summer.  The Trickster took the form of a handsome young warrior and spoke to Enigana, giving her the tools to bring summer and food to her land.

Now, my children, Enigana was not blind and she had seen hime rise out of the water.  She knew he was a God and to listen to his instructions very carefully.  So, as he had told her to, she prepared herself a hide of wasna to eat on her upcoming journey and made a small canoe ready for travel.  Before packing the canoe she placed a sprig of juniper that he had given her at either end of it to ensure safe travel.  She then used sage smoke and sweet grass to bless her vehicle before departure.  under her seat she carefully placed the rest of the magical herbs the Trickster had given her and she set out to find the midddle of the great lake.

As she left the shore, the Trickster took a great breath and blew, pushing the boat faster than she could paddle.  It carried her to the exact center of Sverdrup where no person had ever been before.  As the Trickster had warned her, the other Gods were now aware of what she was trying to do and began to boil the water around her.  So, quickly, she took out her tiny bundle of herbs and sprinkled dried yerba santa in a circle around her canoe.  Thus, she was protected.  She knew she would have to work quickly though because her small magic would not last long against the full fury of the Gods.  So with fingers working like a weasel escaping a trap, Enigana took out lavender flowers and burned them, thus, the Gods fell into a deep sleep.  then came the scariest part for Eingana, my children, for if it did not work she would die.  Placing the last of the herbs, and the branches of incese cedar in a pile about the size of a bull bison's heart in the middle of the canoe, she set it alight and created a bridge between heaven and earth.  Quick as a fox, Enigana put her rib bone knife between her teeth and jumped into the water.  She found the rope holding down the lake and chopped through its slimy siney-like cords in one swift movement.

"Swoosh" the water began to fall upwards pulled along by the cedar smoke to the heavens and it painted the white sky blue.  The Gods awoke to the sound of the lakes movement and it was as loud as a hundred waerfalls drenching 600 wailing women and 48 packs of howling wolves.  They were angry that Enigana had taken their garden away from them, for it was at this moment spreading summer and game across the entire world and could never be contained again.  They were furious at the Trickster for helping her, only understanding why he had done such a thing after they watched to two embrace in the gumbo of lake bottom.

The Gods, who had watched the Trickster blow Enigana across the lake, now knew exactly what to do to punish them for their misdeeds.  They said to Enigana,

"Since you were willing to risk all for summer and now know warm breezes and soft sunshine, we will turn you into a fawn and you will be South Wind.  you are now forever tied to summer and will carry it with you wherever you go and bring life to the People."

Then they turned to the Trickster and said,

"Since you were willing to risk all and venture out into winter and you now know hte bitter, harsh, deadliness of winter we will turn you into a bear and you will be North Wind.  You are now tied to winter and will carry it with you wherever you go and will bring death to the People."

Then, the Gods placed them up in the sky.  Now, my children, this was the worst thing they could have done to the lovers, for summer and winter cannot exist in teh same place and the same time.  So, now you know that when Winter Wind howls he is only trying to be reunited with his love.  We cannot be mad at him for that, now can we?

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Just So...

from: remontoire
date: Nov. 30th, 2010 04:15 pm (UTC)

Sure can hear an echo or two from Rudyard Kipling in this. Thanks for the tasty treat.

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date: Apr. 13th, 2011 06:58 pm (UTC)

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