Back to StoriesAt Winter Solstice: Deep Dreaming of Pte and Tatanka
Season Greetings My Friends With MoJo,
December 16, 2021
At Winter Solstice: Deep Dreaming of Pte and TatankaAs Lois Red Elk writes in a new poem, we are an expression of all our ancestors. We can honor them by remembering them—and reaching out in our dreams
EDITOR'S NOTE: We are delighted to offer our congratulations at the news that poet Lois Red Elk, the popular Mountain Journal poet in residence, has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. We are grateful to you as an elder. Now, as the bears of Greater Yellowstone head into hibernation, Red Elk reminds in the new work, below, that winter has also been a period for humans to dream deep about the living things transcending time, who make us who we are, and inform our spirituality. Enjoy this latest dispatch from Lois on the high prairie not far from the banks of the mighty river, Mnišoše, (Missouri). —Mountain Journal
Season Greetings My Friends With MoJo,
Much needed snow and cold have begun to reach Wolf Point as we enter winter.
So many topics to write about during this season. The poem I wrote for you, Mountain Journal and its readers here is one for us/we to reflect on as one season ends and another begins. So many lines in the poem come from my Lakota stories—beginnings,
creation, spiritual, respect for the other beings that share the earth with us.
During this time of the year my grandmother would say it was time to
come in and dream. Meaning not only to come in the house because it
was winter, but to come deeper into our spiritual selves. And it was a time
for deep dreaming, the kind of dreaming that takes us back to our beginnings
into the cosmos and our purpose.
Thank you and God bless,
Lois
A collotype of assembled single-frame images titled "Buffalo, Galloping" (1887) by Edward Muybridge. Muybridge, a naturalist, was a pioneer of "motion pictures" that could show animation and animal movement by projecting photographic stills together. This piece can be viewed at the Iris and B. Gerald Cantor Center for Visual Arts, Stanford, University
Dreaming Buffalo
by Lois Red Elk
At the first feast, when new light
was extended from Inyan, hoof
prints were set for our path into
relativity. We existed there within
the value of nature, common beings
where original womb was the core
of caves. Our spirit, our essence was
of the 4-legged, a spirit breathed into
the life of the body of Pte, of Tatanka,
our spiritual ancestor, one of our
essential spirits, the kind that take care
of our existence on this Maka Ina walk.
It is that time again when earth rests,
is covered in white and spent leaves,
time to rest and Ihambla, dream with the
original mother, dream with eyes closed,
eyes open, with mind, heart and spirit
elevated with all of sun’s blessings,
time to return to the cave, your core.
The distant relatives are waiting with
songs of whom you always have been,
a human being of the great creator.
©Lois Red Elk
Inyan – Stone
Pte – Female Buffalo
Tatanka – Male Buffalo
Maka Ina – Mother Earth
Ihambla - Dream
POSTNOTE: We are pleased that Lois is working away on a new collection of poems and will let you know when it is published. In the meantime, ask for her other volumes at your favorite local bookseller: Our Blood Remembers, winner of the best non-fiction award from Woodcraft Circle of Native Writers and Storytellers; Dragonfly Weather; and Why I Return to Makoce with a foreword from Montana's recent state poet laureate Lowell Jaeger and nominated for a High Plains Book Award in poetry. Given headlines that continue to appear about the discoveries of new atrocities committed at boarding schools for indigenous children, we encourage you to read Lois' contribution to MoJo that appeared in June, The Unspeakable Past Of Indian Boarding Schools
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