Published April 5, 2020 by rochellewisoff

Today Pegman heads west to the quaintly-named Happy Jack, Arizona. Your mission as always is to use the photosphere/street view part of Google Maps to wander around and find something that inspires you to write up to 150 words, then post your work to the InLinkz below. Reading and commenting on other stories is part of the experience, so you won’t want to miss out! Do you best, and have fun!

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I didn’t really have a clue until this morning what to write. On the other hand, I needed a diversion and it’s not like I have anywhere special to go. Many thanks to Josh and Karen (Good to see you back!) for hosting the challenge. 

Such a peaceful setting. I would love to be there right now.

Genre: Historical Fiction

(I imagine this to take place before the Conquistadors. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. 😉 )

Word Count: 150


During her eighteenth summer Sicheii told Johona he had given her to Kai, a man from another Diné clan. In her anger, she stomped her feet and wailed, beating the air with her fists. “I don’t want a man.”

“My decision is made. Kai is a dependable man,” her grandfather told her. “He will give you a home and many children.”

The Spirit had not blessed Kai with good looks. His nose was too big and his eyebrows too thick. Johona wept bitterly on their marriage night and refused to share her bed with him.

Kai did not force her.  “My hogan is yours. I’ll wait. “He flashed a crooked-toothed smile.

Two summers later, Johona gave thanks to Mother Earth at the ceremony celebrating her son’s first laugh. She rested her head on Kai’s broad chest.

“This child brings joy!” Sicheii proclaimed

“And,” Johona beamed, “he’s handsome like his father.”

*Sicheii is Navajo for Grandfather

Parents, remember your baby’s first laugh? What a sweet sound. Imagine a ceremony to celebrate it? How beautiful is that? When I read about it, I had to write about it. 😀


19 comments on “SPIRIT OF LOVE

  • Dear Rochelle,

    Such a beautiful story. His patience was rewarded. And you know it is so true how someone becomes more attractive to us the more we love them. He was a wise man to give her the time she needed.
    I loved the video. Did you notice how he barely looked at the camera? The indigenous do not like cameras as they fear they take their soul. So kudos to him for putting himself at risk to teach us the importance of laughter.

    Shalom and lots of laugh-filled love,


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    • Dear Dale,

      Love does make the difference, doesn’t it? I see Kai as a very kind and gentle man, and maybe not quite as ugly as Johona’s original assessment. (Hate can make someone repulsive to look at even if they’re handsome, no?)

      I was happy to find the video on the research trail. Now that you mention it, he didn’t look at the camera. A lovely tradition for what ever reason. Thank you.

      Shalom and lotsa celebratory hugs,


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      • Yes! A “homely” man becomes a handsome one through love just as a handsome becomes ugly through hate.

        I know this because we have an Indian friend who gives me shit every time I try to take his picture 😉

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  • I’m a sucker for the love story where the other person seems plain at first, even ugly — until you get to know them, and their beauty shines out from the inside and fills your whole heart until you can’t understand why you didn’t see it before. And I also love the idea of celebrating a child’s first laugh — how lovely!

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    • Dear Joy,

      I’m the same way with love stories. And when I found that the Navajo actually do have a ceremony to celebrate a child’s first laugh, I was all over it. 😉 Thank you for such an affirming comment.

      Shalom and good health,


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  • How did I miss this? It’s so lovely. That seeming mismatch of people who grow love between them. And a ceremony for baby’s first laugh is just a wonderful idea. As always with to, a lovely take told with great humanity

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    • Dear Lynn,

      To be fair, I was late to the party last week. Thank you for not being put off by my fishing for a comment. 😉 Yours are always so delicious. I fell in love with the idea of a ceremony for the first laugh and had to build a story around it. In my mind, this takes place before the Spaniards arrived. Thank you again.

      Shalom and good health,



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