May 6, 2011
Haiku My Heart is the brainstorm and creation of my friend Rebecca at recuerda mi corazon. Wander over there and see more Haiku My Heart and find out how you can be a part of all the fun and festivities.
Prairie Wind Moves Us
Massive, Gentle, Healing Breath
In the Lakota language, the North American Bison is called Tatanka, (Tah-Tahnk’-Ah). These creatures roamed the plains from somewhere in Mexico, throughout what is now the United States and up North, deep into Canada.
Many creation stories, legends, sagas, tales and traditional narratives surround Tatanka. One story tells about a race that was won by the two-legged creatures and how the four-leggeds had to serve the winners. The Buffalo gave itself to mankind for this task and provided everything people needed. Food from the muscle, shelter from the hide, tools from the bones and horns, medicine from the blood and body and a myriad of other gifts.
|Grand Daughter Anna in South Dakota seeking Buffalo, 2006|
|Artists depiction of the White Buffalo Calf Woman|
Times have certainly changed, and the Bison no longer roam in the wild. Even in Yellowstone National Park, where the last of the original blood line indiginous to this Continent live, some 3000 of them, great lengths are set to keep these magnificent creatures within the boundaries of the park. Of course this creates a problem as the Buffalo know of no man made boundaries. I strongly urge you to check out the work of the Buffalo Field Campaign and become aware of how the last of an American Icon, as in the Continent of North America, treats this particular wild animal.
In South Dakota, at the Custer State Park and the Wind Cave National Park, Buffalo roam on the many acres of alloted to public land. These Bison are rounded up every Fall and counted, vaccinated, visually and physically checked out and culled. The event is called the Custer State Park Buffalo Roundup and Arts Festival.
|South Dakota Buffalo at the Annual Buffalo Roundup|
My first born Grand Daughter was given the Buffalo. She was told about this as she grew up and she does still connect with the Buffalo. One year, in 2006, we traveled to South Dakota to witness the roundup first hand. She was young, eight years old, and we traveled together, just the two of us.
We watched as a thousand buffalo were herded through a draw into pens for the process. The photos posted here are just a few of the hundred or so we took. Click on any image to enlarge it. I also have some video and I just purchased what I need, both hardware and software, to edit and produce the roundup video. That will happen soon, I hope.
My Haiku today, comes from my heart. I believe the breath of every creature, as well as any wind that blows, to be the breath of The Creator. For me, this is especially evident in the case of Tanaka, as my spiritual name, given to me by an Anishinabe, (Ah-Nish-Ah,Nah’-Bay), Medicine Man a few years ago, is Mashkoday Biizheekiins, (Mush’-Koh-Day Bee-Zhee-Keens’). That translates to Little Buffalo. In Lakota, my name is Tatanka Cistila, (Chee‘-Sdee-Lah).
I had contact with my Spiritual Elder friend yesterday and we will talk soon on the telephone to make plans for Summer ceremony, a Sun Dance held during the Full Moon time of June in Canada, near Winnipeg.
|Missouri River railroad crossing at Chamberlain, SD|
I had no idea of ‘If’ or ‘What’ I was going to post for Rebecca’s marvelous Haiku My Heart Friday project, but I did when I was awakened by a loud noise.
I was sleeping soundly and dreaming. In my dream, a Buffalo appeared. It was in a motel room, and that’s really odd, but I did have Tatanka visit me in my dreams, and that’s an honor. According to my teachings, the occurance needs to be dealt with with some respect and consideration. Add to the dream the loud bang I heard, and for all I know, Tatanka was upstairs and leaving when I heard him. Maybe the fact that I was in touch with the Medicine Man earlier has something to do with it.
I couldn’t get back to sleep. I knew I had these pictures, these memories and a story to tell and the rest is right before your eyes in the form of this Blogpost.
There is so much I want to say about my spiritual path, about our connection with all of Nature and the places, both mental and physical, that the lessons of the Elders and Ancestors has taught me over the years. I’ll leave it here for today and write again about the subject as the need arises.
In the meantime, have a Peaceful day.