Fiction or Nonfi ction, You read it and decide yourself . . . I don't have to try to justify my story . . . for I lived thru and experienced this chain of events.
The Story and Legend of the Heart War Shield
"A Story That Needs To Be Told"By Michael White FeatherAuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Michael White Feather
All right reserved.ISBN: 978-1-4772-1334-6Contents
CHAPTER ONE "WORDS TO DANCING VISIONS"...................................................................-1-CHAPTER TWO "GRANMOTHER'S INTERPETATIONS"................................................................-5-CHAPTER THREE "THE CREATION OF ART WORK".................................................................-9-CHAPTER FOUR "THE UNFOLDING OF A STORY"..................................................................-11-CHAPTER FIVE "THE WALK THAT DEFIED DEATH" "THANKS TO—TWO ANGELS"...................................-13-CHAPTER SIX "THE STORY AND THE LEGEND OF THE HEART WAR SHIELD"...........................................-17-CHAPTER SEVEN "MEDITATION'S OF THE MOONS and THE SPIRITS OF THE TREE"....................................-21-CHAPTER EIGHT "THE TIME OF LIFE TO PROVE ONESELF"........................................................-27-CHAPTER NINE "A GREAT WARRIOR IS BORN"...................................................................-31-CHAPTER TEN "FINDING AND PROVING ONESELF AND FINDING FRIENDSHIP".........................................-35-CHAPTER ELEVEN "MOTHER AND SONG BIRD'S HEALING"..........................................................-41-CHAPTER TWELVE "THE CHALLENGE"...........................................................................-43-CHAPTER THIRTEEN "DEDICATION TO—CAN ALSO TAKE AWAY FROM"...........................................-45-CHAPTER FOURTEEN "A HARD AND CHALLENGING WINTER".........................................................-49-CHAPTER FIFTEEN "WHY WOULD SPRING NOT LISTEN?"...........................................................-53-CHAPTER SIXTEEN "AT WHAT POINT ARE YOU READY TO FIGHT AND WHAT DOES IT TAKE?"............................-57-CHAPTER SEVENTEEN "SAYING GOOD-BYES".....................................................................-61-CHAPTER EIGHTEEN "A TIME OF CONVICTION WITHIN ONESELF"...................................................-63-CHAPTER NINETEEN "RIDING STRAIGHT INTO THE ENEMY AND STARING INTO THE FACE OF DEATH".....................-67-CHAPTER TWENTY "TRYING TO FULLFILL A PROMISE EVEN IF IT MEANS DYING TO DO SO"............................-71-CHAPTER TWENTY ONE "THE SILENCE IS BROKEN"...............................................................-75-CHAPTER TWENTY TWO "NEAR DEATH—NOW FULL OF LIFE"...................................................-77-CHAPTER TWENTY THREE "THE INVITAION".....................................................................-81-CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR "WORDS OF WISDOM AND GRANDMOTHER'S ADVICE"...........................................-85-CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE "BRINGING ONE'S WORDS, FULL CIRCLE"..................................................-89-
Chapter One
"WORDS TO DANCING VISIONS"
Dear "Dancing Visions",
A chain of events recently started to unfold. It turns out that the chain of events would become worthy enough for a story to be told about them. As this chain of events started to unfold I would drive into Woodward to a shop called "Flowers by Donna Jean" (a shop you are very familiar with because that is where you have picked up the flowers I bought you and the many dream catchers I made for you over the years).
Donna Jean's Lakota name is Makoblaye Wahca; meaning "Meadow Flower". I would share with Dave and Donna Jean, late afternoons at the shop after hours and with conversations as good friends do enjoy, the chain of events unfolding. We were good friends and we're about to become even closer friends because of this chain of events. As they listened, they both became excited, filled with enthusiasm would ask me to please share the rest of the story with them. I explained to them that I would continue to share the chain of events up to the point the actual story began. I said I would not share the rest of the story because the story would and was to become a gift to you Dancing Visions. I also explained to them that since it was a gift to you Dancing Visions it would be up to you to share the story with them. After all Dancing Visions, it is your Valentine gift from me.
As every story begins—is it not true that there has to be a beginning? And is it not true that each story begins with the first few words put down on paper as Grandmother said. Grandmother has much wisdom? If you stop and think about it I have already started the story with the words; "Dear Dancing Visions".
On, or about January 7th 2009, I was relieving another worksite. One of the staff there brought me a catalog she had picked up about five years ago in Rapid City South Dakota. Well, I was familiar with this shop, as I stop there every time I go to visit Bear Butte South Dakota. It is a very large shop filled with much beautiful Native American art work from many of the Seven Tribes of the Sioux Nation. Native American Indian hand carved and hand crafted art work, wall hangings, antiques and so much that it is hard to put into words.
It's not uncommon for me to spend about one and a half to two hours each time being mesmerized by the beauty I am looking at and studying. It is the same shop I bought a Dream Catcher for you about three years ago. It is the one that you have hanging from the rear view mirror in your car. I remember a long time back that you told me you had hung it there, and I also remember telling you that I was honored. Every time I see it hanging there it brings a smile to my face.
As I looked through the catalog an item that caught my eye, it was named The Shooting Star Shield; it was a wall hanging of a shield. It was made of leather stretched over an 18 inch diameter willow hoop. It had art work, leather lace and feathers, much like the dream catchers I create. There were many shown and they all had a story and legend to each and every on of them. From much that I have read, I recognized each one of the stories.
I studied them and thought to myself that I can do this, I have the materials and can go to the river to crop some river bottom willow for the hoop. I then remembered that Valentines Day was about a month and a half away, and that would be a nice simple gift I could make for you and put some simple words down on paper to present to you on Valentines Day. An easy task ... but I was soon to find out—it was to be a task that could not be more far from easy—and anything but simple. I was about to find out that I would even find myself standing toe to toe with the
"Grim Reaper," but I was no stranger to that ... All this started with an idea to make a simple gift for you, and a few simple words I hoped to find from my mind and heart to write down on paper for a Valentine's Day gift that would reach you.
I called Spotted Fawn the next day and asked her if there was a story and legend of a heart war shield. She proceeded to tell me that there was a story but no legend. The story had been lost nearly two hundred years ago except for a few bits and pieces. As she understood it, the historian of the Tribe was killed in battle and his recordings were not recovered or ever found ... no names, events and much of their life was lost because of this. I then asked her how a gift without a story and legend could be worthy of a gift, yet I knew in my mind and heart that there was a story and legend of the heart war shield. Spotted Fawn agreed with me and said she would check...