THE FOREVER TREE
Falling
leaves was the most beautiful, vibrant young woman in the
Tribe, at least Red Squirrel thought so! They were
very much in love; a giving love, not a taking
love. He appreciated her spectrum of colors;
she appreciated his gentleness, and loftiness. They
lived an idyllic life, a few miles inland from the ocean,
on a tract of land bordered by woods, fields, and a small
river. There was no hiding among the People,
everyone met each other's eyes, whether sad, or happy, or
even angry. All eyes sparkled, as well, whether
young or old. Their valley, and the bay nearby,
provided everything they needed. Small excursions
afield provided diversity in both their diet, as well as
their social life.
They
trusted The Great Spirit in all things, and in all
situations. Nowhere, ever, was there a happier,
heart-filled people! Red Squirrel always looked at
Falling Leaves in wonder, when she spent time in play
with the children of the tribe, teaching them games that
she had learned as a child. She was so comfortable
and free with them! When he watched her with their
own little one, he thought his heart would burst;
mother's love like a peach colored sunset seemed to
envelope them. When he lay with her at night, he
felt humbled that The Great Spirit should have chosen him
to be with her, and her with him. It was that kind
of love which had brought forth their first child.
They named her Eagle Feather, a living symbol that their
love was so lofty and powerful. The day she was
born, Red Squirrel had witnessed the mating flight
of two eagles, and watched a feather float to the
ground. He knew his daughter from that moment, and
knew the love from which she sprung.
Red Squirrel did everything he could to make it easier
for Falling Leaves, while the baby was so young and
tender. The other members of the tribe laughed
good-naturedly at him, as he carried huge armfuls of
alder wood for the cooking fire, for they remembered
themselves doing the same thing, when their mates had
given birth. Falling Leaves and Red Squirrel had grown up
together, inseparable from the start. Everyone in
the tribe seemed to know that they belonged
together; such things were not uncommon then.
Both had a depth of perception and emotion that was
uncommon, and they would go off alone together, even at
nine or ten years old. They had a favorite place
that they had shared, and vowed that it would be their
secret place, for all eternity. A stream ran
through the center of their camp. It provided a
steady supply of freshwater for their every need, as well
as an abundant supply of fresh fish. It also
provided transportation to the bay, where they collected
clams, muscles, whelk, and saltwater fish at certain
times of the year. Overlooking this stream, at the
edge of a field, was their secret place. It was a
huge pine, with branches all the way down to the ground,
and they would disappear just as soon as they climbed the
first few branches. They'd sit for hours, in those
branches, watching birds, squirrels, and sometimes even
deer and moose, if the wind was just right, and didn't
carry their scent to them. Their pine hideaway
became a place of kissing and secret rendezvous in their
teen years. Even after their Ceremony, they would
escape to their secret place, alone, for contemplation
and renewal; or together, to relive in amazement, how
good their lives had been for so long.
Red Squirrel was with Falling Leaves when she gave
birth. Doing so was not specifically forbidden, but
it was highly unusual. Red Squirrel knew that he
could not forgive himself if anything happened to her at
the birth. He knew that the midwife, and The Great
Spirit had things under control; still, he had to
be with her. When Eagle Feather came into the
world, Red Squirrel's head and upper body felt as if they
were immersed in liquid sky, so powerful was the Presence
of The Great Spirit! His attention shifted from the
wondrous new being who was his daughter, to the smile of
Falling Leaves, which seemed to fill the room in the same
way that The Great Spirit's love did. Red Squirrel
knew that he was on sacred ground. He wondered why
more of the men of his tribe refused such an honor, for
that is what it is to witness such a miracle!
Miracles were accepted in just the same way as one would
accept a sunny day. Such was life in Red Squirrel's
tribe. In fact, when they were younger, Red
Squirrel and Falling Leaves felt that they should wait
until a sign from The Great Spirit told them that what
they felt, could be consummated in Ceremony. They
waited together each day for the sign, not knowing in
what form it would appear. It was the most
difficult wait that young Red Squirrel ever
remembered. He loved Falling Leaves so much, that
for the first time, he was having trouble keeping an
attitude of acceptance in The Great Spirit's plans,
whatever they might be. He thought he would burst
by the time the answer came, but come it did. The
wait had taken its toll, not only on Red Squirrel, but on
Falling Leaves as well. Both, without the other's
knowledge, had decided to slip off to their secret place,
in Grandfather Pine, to raise their spirits. They
met each other about half way. Falling Leaves
looked sad and vulnerable, like a scared little
girl. Red Squirrel's heart went out to her;
he hated seeing her hurting or afraid. He was very
protective of the little girl that he saw in her eyes and
heart. As they neared their special place, they
discovered that they both were interested in seeing
whether the eggs had hatched in a nest, high up in their
tree. They had each noticed the nest on
different occasions, having come to their tree
separately. Suddenly, having spotted two intruders,
Mother Sparrow Hawk took off in obvious resentment.
Red Squirrel looked high up into the tree on the North
side, while Falling leaves stared up on the South.
In unison, they realized that there were two nests, one
for each of them, but together in one tree! They
didn't have to question the meaning of this great and
powerful sign. Together, in The Great Spirit they
were one!
Their Marriage Ceremony was magnificent! The sound
of water gently flowing over a small rock falls, the
little chirping noises of the chickadees as they chased
each other through the woods, and the noise of small
children playing quietly, all blended to create a mood
that took one back to times of deep contentment.
Deep golden sunshine, the reflection of white billowy
clouds and turquoise sky on the rippling stream, and the
flickering of sky and sun behind Spring-new oak leaves,
all added a feeling of reverance and timelessness.
Marriage Ceremonies were always held under the double oak
- a single base and root system, but complementary trunks
and crowns. It stood here, at the junction of
Earth, Sky, and Water, as did Falling Leaves and Red
Squirrel.
Screeching Owl, their Medicine Man, stood before them,
the stream to his left, the place of the rising sun
behind him. Neither Falling Leaves, nor Red
Squirrel were nervous, so powerful was the Presence of
The Great Spirit, warmth and vibration in everyone's
chest. The very air sparkled! Silence
decended upon their valley, as the words of the Ceremony
were pronounced. Even the birds seemed to follow
the Power that was called forth, only the stream kept
moving; hearts beat to its rhythm. And so it
was that they came to be joined.
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