below is part of the Journal of Krish, from AtFoD...
Since I took the stag, the past few days have been long, filled with drying the meat, curing the hide, and shaping horn. Tasks that Sam and I are familiar with and enjoy doing in the silence of the lake shore. Now we wait for the final curing and today I am of mind to push the boat into the lake, catch a breeze and enjoy our little inlet. The mornings are getting cooler and the sun is approaching the change. Soon, we will be into harvest time and the breeze will become uncertain, wind and tide becoming harder to ride.
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A cold wind snaked through rope and sail, chilling me within moments of stepping into the boat. I braved a few, short passes close to shore before gliding back to the driftwood log. My fingers were brittle from the wet cold and I hurried to the fire where Sam sat, quietly working the deer hide. She looked up and nodded toward the steaming stone cup, sitting on the edge of the low fire. I warmed my hands and breathed deeply of the herbal tea, feeling refreshed in a moment. Today was not what I had expected, a storm was edging into my vision, but I ignored it.
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Having been companions for so long, on such a journey we have traveled, we said few words. But I knew the question she was asking and I did not have an answer. I was unsure where we would go for the winter. We were a few days from Wenona Grove and we had talked about spending time with the Elders, walk under the oaks as the leaves changed color. Sam too, had been feeling the change, even Star was less playful then normal. Tomorrow, we would sing the change of the sun. Maybe then we would feel better and make a decision.
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What a beautiful sunrise as Sam and I sang, arms reaching to the sky, the coming of the sun. The clear sky filled me with joy for a brief time this morning. The storm seemed ever closer as noon passed toward evening. Sam was worried and so was I. Even her cat Star was pacing around our small camp. A decision has to be made, but I think it will be made for us, and soon. Sam is now preparing dinner and I think it is a good time to play some light music. I know its coming, I just can not see what it is, but I feel the darkness coming.
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