Lion Cub by Sue Demetriou
Redondo Beach, CA
I danced under the stars, chanting Toh-ka-nee, the ancient secret name of the Raven. No food had I taken since dawn the previous day. I danced and I chanted under the moon. No sleep had I since dawn the previous day. No cold felt I as I danced and I chanted. The night creatures of the desert chanted with me and lent me strength.
I saw through the darkness laughing yellow eyes as I danced. Then under the light of the moon the Raven came and laughed. “Why have you summoned me grandson?” Raven spoke without speaking.” I have summoned you grandfather because my heart is troubled. I do not know my place under the great starry circle. I do not know who I am”. Raven said ” you are who you are and your place is here, right now”.
Raven said “come grandson and see the world through our eyes”. In that moment I felt wings where my arms should be and Raven said, follow and I followed. I flew and saw a different world. I saw lights like stars only upon the ground. Raven said “the lights are lives, big and small. Each living creature is a glowing living thing”. The sky was not black as it had been. Instead it was a shimmering silver. In the silver there were pathways of deep blue like roads in the silvery sky. Raven said “These are our paths ways grandson they lead us to food, water and others of our kind.
I looked to grandfather Raven and he was not the black bird of my world. He was a creature of shimmering light with a manlike face, wise, calm and serene. I remember seeing that face before in the sand paintings of the holy men. As we flew I became accustomed to this vision of light and recognized the village below me. I could see into the hogans and viewed many lights. The yellow flecked light of the elder, the bright white lights of the children, red flames of the young lovers in the sexual embrace. I saw my wife Yetsi and her peaceful violet light and in her middle I saw a tiny white glowing ball which I knew was my son not yet born.
Without a word we flew back to my hilltop. Distance and time meant nothing to us. I knew that I could fly to the moon or the sun but I did not wish this. I wished to get back to my home and embrace my wife and whisper the name of my not yet sun. Whisper his name Toh-ka-nee dah-lay, “Raven calls him”. I awoke on my hillside and picked up my bow and lance and I hurried home to my village and family. I was a father and my son had a protector. Hi yi! Life is good.
When you feel you have lost everything, you still have
- unexpected kindness in strangers
- the rest of the world to travel
- languages to learn
- animals to take care of
- volunteer work to do
- the power of a good night’s rest
- the changing of seasons
- infinite things to learn
- billions of people to meet and possibly love
- billions of people who might love you back