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Summer Solstice: Harvesting Knife: Native Sisterhood Discovered

Updated on July 29, 2015
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Fit perfectly in my hand

Harvesting Knife

Corn had been shucked, beans had been canned. Summer had been busy. I had set and cleared the table washing away the remains of a bountiful meal. I could hear the television in the other room. The news reported upheaval in all these unfamiliar places all over the world.

I picked up my baby and placed him in the modern papoose. I was determined to go for a walk.

The road lying ahead was like all dirt roads, but this one had only one way out to the main road.

The other direction took you to the woods and up higher to the knob where if you found the right spot and looked hard enough, you could see Grandfather Mountain standing proud a thousand miles away.

I always took my walk in the other direction. I had no want for visiting with neighbors- just solitude with my baby. And with my baby snuggled up against me, I walked. I walked until the lightening bugs blinked their luciferous lights all around me. Courting and carrying on like a bunch of prepubescent teens. I continued as I passed that plant or herb that I do not know the name of but smells like lemons.

I wondered about all the women who had walked before me carrying infants in makeshift papooses. I bet they had a name for the lemony herb and probably tons of uses.

I live in a quickly changing part of Appalachia where there are still dirt roads and footpaths made by families who have lived here for generations where some of us never think twice about hollerin’ for our young’uns or expecting them to mind what we tell them. Though our numbers are decreasing as our elders are dying off and folks from other places are moving in bringing with them their customs and taboos.

And while I know change is an inevitable force, I can’t help feel a certain kind of sadness for the cultures that get lost in the exchange.

I walk. I walk to the knob. I salute Grandfather. I touch my little one’s tiny face and sit on the rock and rest. I wait for something that I can’t identify to remind me of who I am.

After my respite, I turn to head home. As I walk back, the woods are darker and the air is cooler. I make it back home and gently place my sleeping baby in his crib. I walk outside and make my way to the garden. I kick off my shoes so that I can feel the coolness of the dirt on my tired feet. I walk the aisles of my outdoor market proud of the food I have raised. It is then that I see the point sticking out ever so slightly in the earth. I reach down and brush the dirt aside.

And there on this magnificent night is my Native sister’s harvesting knife. Too big to be an arrowhead and yet so perfect a fit for my own hand.

Treya means "New River"

Summer Solstice

She shakes the briars

From her long crow-colored hair

Now sprinkled with the frost of many winters:

Treya

Young warriors slip away

With peace pipes and knives

She yearns to be young again

Treya

A drummer summons the tribal

Knee high braves

Running and hiding behind the trees

Maidens take turns

Beading and painting

Eagerly awaiting her favorite

Warriors return

Young mothers look at her

Treya

And sees her own future

Treya

“Spirit of New River”

© 2013 ocfireflies

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      Ann 4 years ago

      I can relate to your walking at night. when I was very young , we always went barefoot in the summertime. I still go out with out my shoes to get the paper and the mail. even in the wintertime.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Thanks Ann for reading and responding.

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      Kathi 4 years ago from Saugatuck Michigan

      I love walks and was with you on yours the whole step of the way! Really enjoyed the stroll and being inside your thoughts for a while! Vote+

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Thank You Fossillady. I would have loved to have you along to help capture the moment more clearly.

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      Benton Arnschluke 4 years ago

      That moment of discovery is quite euphoric...How long must it have been in one spot.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      I took it to a professor friend in the Archaeology dept. at ASU. He said that it was over 3,000 years old. Pretty cool. Euphoric-Absolutely!

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      Brad 4 years ago

      Awesomely beautiful.

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      Frank 4 years ago

      Sounds of a grounded being.

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      Jamie 4 years ago

      lovely

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Brad, Frank and Jamie,

      Thank you for reading and responding.

      I really appreciate the support.

      Kim

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      Nellieanna Hay 4 years ago from TEXAS

      Fascinating! Lovely presentation of discovering it, too!

      My stomping ground growing up was the SW Texas semi-desert where many such artifacts are found, but none made of a material like that. Mostly flint.

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      ocfireflies 4 years ago from North Carolina

      Nellieanna,

      How I would love to stomp around on your stomping ground. I have never seen the desert. Thank you for your kind words and for dropping by.

      Kim

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