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Stepping from Oysters

So Man stepped out of the Oyster and cleared his eyes, as he looked to the sky. He asked the Great Creator:
Why?

In the early days of the Salish Sea,
Where Man had been delivered to the Oyster host, by the Eagle and Raven, and had been visited by the creatures of the Forest and of the Sea, who shared their stories and wisdom and the Humans began to learn how to be Human.
From these stories and wisdom Man had become very powerful and they kept the names of the nature of the wisdom of the creatures who they felt taught them the most.
Bear, Eagle, Elk, Raven.
No Animal was left off the list as they all brought the power of their nature and those that can speak to their spirit animals.
Frogs, Salamander, and Dragonfly all share a unique understanding of this world.
So Man stepped out of the Oyster and cleared his eyes as he looked at the sky.
He asked the Great Creator:
Why?
A wind picked up from the Sea behind him and blew past him into the trees ahead of him in the forest, and in the branches and leaves shaking, he could hear:
“It is man’s task to see the world for what it is.
To see the world with all who live in it.
To be inclusive
To be ever moving”.
To be ever moving, the man thought.
This is a phrase that needs to be understood.
as moving doesn’t necessarily mean in transit, as our spirits do not remain in the physical world.
We experience life contrapuntally.
Meaning life has two or more melodic lines.
And it is the complexity of harmonies that each man brings to our contrapuntal movement.
And thus the need to understand the wisdom of our brothers.
He listened to the wind in the forest move on past the shore, fading as it moved up the mountain.
There were clouds around the summit of the hills.
Crows, woodpeckers, and hummingbirds visit berry bushes on a cliff.
Waves washing the stones and sand around his bare feet and felt the coolness of the water.
He reached for the Human next to him, that had just stepped from her Oyster, they grasped each others hand.
They moved forward onto the beach.
Walking to the forest, they looked back to the Sea,
An Orca splashed its tailfin as it dove,
Seagulls dived for small fish.
They continued their path to the forest as they noticed the other humans stepping from Oysters.

Falling Pine Cone

“Grandfather, tell me a story; I want to hear the first story you heard.”

The Grandson tugged at his grandfather’s shirt sleeve.
“Grandfather, tell me a story; I want to hear the first story you heard.”
The Grandfather sat down next to his grandson and said listen well.
My Grandfather shared this with me, so I will share it with you.
The grandson smiled as he sat back in his chair.
“It was the early days when creatures were teaching us to be human.
High above the forest, just a forest of so many forests,
a Raven was gliding, seeing and taking in the hills and so many trees, and on those trees, so many branches and, as it was spring, so many pine cones.
The Raven began to glide to one of those branches, and a pine cone dropped as he landed.
The Raven watched the Pine cone bounce off other branches as it made its way to the ground.
There were other cones that also let go after being hit.
They landed on the ground and joined the other pine cones that surrounded the Pine tree amongst the fallen and now red needles and dirt and roots.
The Raven tilted its head,
Curious that pine cones fall
and thought,
They are like stories; they let go of where they were and take their stories with them to where they are now.
The Raven took off in flight again, soaring above the forest. Just another forest of so many, with so many branches and so many pine cones.
Above those forests, there were more Ravens flying from branch to branch and cones letting go of where they were and taking their stories with them to where they are now.
And the Forest floor was covered with red needles and pine cones”.
The Grandfather and Grandson sat in silence while a Raven flew by the window, then landed on a pine tree in the yard.