Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comGrandmother Storyteller
~ Robin Dick
Come gather around the fire as I tell you
the grand story of Grandmother Storyteller.
She has arrived from Georgia at Morningstar’s
doorstep. She has come to tell me about
the red, white, and black Colors of the
Cherokee Peoples to me. She has traveled
many miles a long way to the desert lands,
and the dark-skinned Cactus Peoples. She
is brought to the fire sisters' stories and laughter for their hearts and together she shares many new stories. The days and evenings as she sits with the fire sisters. She is going to tell them about Grandmother Cherokee who walked and grew weary and tired and hungry from Georgia on the Trail of Tears. She is going to tell me about the Cherokee Rose that comes from Grandmother Cherokee tears and Cherokee blood that has been shed. She is going to tell them about the pain she has come through and passed through. She will tell them of the hunger, and the deaths she has come and seen, but she is going to bring laughter with a sparkle in her eyes. As, she is sitting among dried roses, White Mountain sage, and herbs from the dessert gardens picked by the fire sisters. She has much to share. Morningstar is only with thoughtful tears so honored to receive the stories she has been sent to share from the hands of a sister. There is yet more to her story as time she will give me more words as she sits with feathers and sage and Star-flower, bee balm in her weaved basket with light in her eyes as I see a tear falling and a worm smile come from her heart.
Grandmother Story Teller, you come to my door tonight with the moon so full and bright to share your stories of herbs and good medicines. You come to worm my heart with your comforts and wisdom and good medicine. You come from a land of many colors. A soft shaded of rich woodlands. As she shares words with the fire sisters these words are about a land where it is slower and hidden to so many because they are going too fast. Today’s people many of them do not understand the Creator’s gift to us to learn to grow, trust, listen, and get involved with life. Learn the things that we need to grow, tend, and harvest food. Having babies, and an opportunity to raise them in thanksgiving. And that our walk needs to reflect that kindness, gratitude, and strength that comes from a praise life. I wish for you that peace that creates in you a joy that surpasses understanding.
Now you have to travel far to seek this land where the Dark-skinned Cactus people live to see if they understand the Creator’s gift to us to learn to grow. I listen to Grandmother Story Teller she shares these words. There are so few now that remember how it is to see eagles. Or how to stand still while the buck, doe, and fawn cross your path, trusting. Or the woodpeckers and owls, tree frogs and bullfrogs-their sounds. He was there in the forest. He was there in the city. He was there in the imaging machines and operating table. When the birds sing their prayers at the beginning and end of each day, I can feel Him smile and my heart is glad. Oh, to get that out and shout to the mountain, you come to share your stories and to bring new hope and wisdom. I found you on my doorstep one day, and into my heart, you found a new home for a time. You have so many new stories to tell me and the fire sisters. You have come to share about weaving the baskets and your sashes you say prayers to the Creator as you weave just like spiders making webs spiders working seeking for the life path seeking for the treasures of life. Their webs they weave in and out under and over through the night; the little spiders work swiftly little by little weave their webs. You come to me in Cherokee colors; you come from the Cherokee Peoples to bring Cherokee warmth. You have a spark in your eyes and a fire in your soul. The Cherokees with the warm colors of red and white, and sometimes blue, on civil occasions, and black was the color of war and death. What and where did the autumn pasts go, they vanish like smoke. Now I see with more wisdom and more strength more understanding from the autumn’s pasts. I now understand the Talking Leaves because of the autumn’s past. I see the pretty autumn colors; I see the leaves from the autumn colors of orange yellow brown red and black.
I would like to introduce you to the colors of the Dark-skinned Cactus Peoples about the treasures they shared about Dry Creek According to one story, when it was discovered, and so light in color, the Shoshone Indians named it "Sacred Buffalo" after the legend of the white buffalo. Also, Turquoise is from Arizona a land of enchantment, and the heart of the Dark-skinned Cactus People share about the beautiful spider web.