Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #1, Fall 2016 | Page 20

Rain began to fall upon the roof. He looked up; “It is time.” The children
leaned in closer as he lowered his voice; “Who wants to hear a story?”
The children nodded as one. They knew not to speak unless pointed out to
do so.
The Grandfather opened his hand with the palm upwards and he directed it
towards a boy in the front; “What story shall I tell you tonight Johnny Two
Feathers?”
The boy looked at the others beside him. “A story about Standing Deer,
Grandfather.”
The children nodded.
Grandfather waved his hand to the young ones; “And which one shall it be?”
“How he came to be!”
“The Stone Cave!”
“Standing Deer climbs the Impossible Tree!”
“The Day Standing Deer ate his Shadow!”
Grandfather looked over at a young girl he had never seen before. He had
heard of a young woman who had come to the reservation a week earlier
with only a suitcase and her daughter. “And you my dear, which story would
you like to hear?”
The young girl lowered her head, her voice a whisper.

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