WHERE TWO RIVERS MEET

Published August 11, 2019 by rochellewisoff

Karen’s directive: This week Pegman takes us to Manitoba, Canada. Feel free to use the location/picture supplied with the prompt, our take your own tour of Manitoba via Google Maps and find a view to inspire you.

Your mission is to write up to 150 words inspired by the week’s location. You may write poetry, prose, or essay. Once your piece is polished, share it with others using the linkup below. Reading and commenting on others’ stories is part of the fun!

Thank you, Karen and Josh for hosting this weekly challenge. 

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Here is the photo I chose from Google Maps. I hope one day to see the Northern Lights in person.

Genre: Historical Fiction

Word Count: 150

WHERE TWO RIVERS MEET

            Blue, purple and green snaked across the night sky. Stars twinkled through the brilliant colours.

            Full and drowsy after the evening meal, warmed by the fire, Tantoo laid her head on her mother’s shoulder. “Tell me about the lights, Nikawi. Where do they come from?”

            Nikawi stroked Tantoo’s hair. “They are the spirits dancing. See how they move in circles?”

            “Nohkum says they are our beloved ancestors visiting us and we should respect them.”

            “Your grandmother is a wise woman.” Nikawi’s eyes glittered. “One day we will dance with them.”

            “I can hardly wait.” Tantoo yawned, her eyelids heavy with sleep. “I heard the elders say our way of life will end soon. Is this true?”  

             Nikawi did not reply.

            The girl could not imagine it. The Nisichawayasihk had always hunted, fished and tended the land. In return Mother Earth rewarded their reverence. How could it not always be so?  

 

34 comments on “WHERE TWO RIVERS MEET

  • Lovely conversation, the mother passing on the tales her ancestors told to explain the natural world. And the difficulty of a child, to grasp the concept of impermanence, mortality, even of a culture. It is hard, even now, to conceive, when we try to imagine the end of our own culture. But it, too, may not be far away. Beautiful video.

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  • This was beautifully told, Rochelle!
    I felt soothed by the child’s contentedness, awed by the adult’s containment and regulation, sad by the knowledge of imminent destruction by those who respected naught of the old ways that did not match their own yet sustained others for millennia. Well done!
    Na’ama

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  • What a great image you found! And a touching story to go with it. I’m always fascinated with the meanings that people attach to the stars and other celestial phenomenon, and the Northern Lights look even more magical than most. How sad to think about how many cultures have come and gone over the course of our existence on this planet, some without leaving any records of their beliefs and legends and lives at all.

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    • Dear Joy,

      I wonder if we’ll ever try to understand other cultures without first trying to wipe them out? Ah well, I’ll try to stay off the soap box and say thank you. As for the photo…it grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. 😉

      Shalom,

      Rochelle

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      • I’d like to think we’re doing better at that, and keep feeling that we’re making progress. And then something horrible happens in the news again and I wonder how badly we’ve regressed. But I still have hope.

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  • Dear Rochelle,

    Wonderfully done, my friend. We white Canadians were no better than the white Americans, white English, white Spanish, white Portuguese… So many cultures have been destroyed by so many others.

    I would love to see the Northern Lights too!

    Shalom and lotsa love,

    Dale

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  • Bravo! Oh, bravo! What a story you’ve given us, Rochelle! Both climate change and social justice covered by a simple tale of family life, whose warmth hammered home both points. You absolutely nailed this one, Rochelle. I’m on my feet applauding!

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