Nana Sun”s call brought together the for four boys of Earth: East, West, South and North, calling them to form a Tribe. As her parting gift before being scooped to the Sky, she gave them Fire, and four special sparks. As the sparks leapt from the fire the boy’s eyes grew big, but they knew the earth had always provided for them, and Nana Sun had been the secret love they had always yearned for. So with gratefulness, they embraced the beings that leapt from Nana Sun’s sparks , and called them women, and promised to protect them always as well.
“I can bring Rocks from the cave and clay mud, and we will build shelter here for our tribe,” said the White Boy from the Cave in the East.
“I can find long thin branches to weave a huge lodge, and dry leaves and fragrant pine needles to lie upon softly,” said the Yellow Boy from the Tree in the North.
“My house will have rivers run through it, and reeds and moss will carry the water out,” said the Blue River Boy of the West.
“We will build here on my plane,” said the Brown Boy of the Plain in the South. “Together we can make warm fires to keep the winter cold at bay, and animals will lie down for us, to shelter us from the biting winds.”
The women looked at the boys and named them Hue Men, and born of their happiness were many children, who each were given names as well.
So Cave Boy and his woman became Cavanaugh’s, with Will and Vera, Sally and Crystal, Amethyst and Jade,
Tree Boy and his woman became Foresters with Oak and Bayron, Laurel and Ella, Shirley and Leif.
River Boy and his woman became Rivera’s, with Stream and Pond, Russian, French, and Judy.
Plains Boy and his woman became Plantagenet’s, with children named Blessing, and Rings, and Anger.
The Shelter rose high in the sky, with a rounded roof, and scraped thin animal skins for windows. The ground floor was always softly strewn with hay, and the sheep, cows, goats and pigs as well as the dogs and horses slept there.
On high beams, another floor was laid of branches and mud, and the people climbed a ladder to their sleeping space. The hole in the roof was just big enough to let smoke escape from the fire. The people sang songs of gratefulness every night, as darkness fell.
Many nights and many days were filled with joyous work and activity as the tribe grew and prospered. When winter came, the shelter had big piles of ground seeds and dried berries. The river was channeled so that the overflow went away from the settlement, keeping everything safe even in the biggest storm. The people stayed warm with the fire and the warmth of their gathering together.
How Anger Became The Protector of the Tribee
On a cold and windy day, Anger wandered from the Shelter and tripped on a branch that had been dropped by Leif. As he fell he curled and shielded his face, but still his forehead slashed into a rock, and blood poured profusely from the cut. His screams brought everyone running.
It was River Riviera who reached him first. “Oh, praise be, you’re alive!” he shouted, “Bring some cooling water and a salve my darling Judy,” for it was Judy Riviera who was next on the scene. “You must be really in pain, my dear Anger.”
Judy ran for the salve hanging in the Lodge, and scooped a gourd full of water from the top of the river nearby. She ran back to her father and gave him the gourd, and then the salve. “There, there,” she said to Anger, “You’ll be okay now. Your healing is at hand. You don’t need to cry.”
“Darling daughter,” said Riviera, “Your kindness and concern are great, and Anger can hear how you care about him. But why do you say he doesn’t need to cry? His tears have cleansed his wound and sterilised it, better than any of our salves or our water. By letting his tears flow freely onto his wound, his pain has doubled, but he has healed himself. “
“Dear Riviera,” said Plantagenet, father of Anger, “How right you are that my son has healed, but surely you holding him close and allowing his tears, was a gift of healing that equalled the contribution of the tears themselves. Thank you dear brother.”
Anger’s tears had dried and his wound was indeed healed cleanly. “I thank you both for your touch”, he said. “You have allowed my pain to be salved, and the comfort you gave me, I will remember long.”
From that day forward, Anger kindled pain to allow tears, comfort and salve, just in case he forgot to stay near to the Lodge, and he became the foremost guardian of the Tribe and its fire.
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Judy and Anger became very good friends after this, and all the tribe watched as they glorified each the other.
“Judy, you tread kindly.” Said Anger. “Your caring shines from the dazzle of your blue-green eyes.”
“Anger, your vision sees farther than the hills. Your carefulness is only exceeded by your quick action to help.” Judy cooed.
Their language grew like flowers and the aroma intoxicated all who were near. Wondrous new couplings arose in the tribe, as Cavanaugh’s embraced Foresters, Rivera’s and Plantagenet’s, and Foresters embraced Rivera’s, Cavanaugh’s, and Plantagenet’s, and Rivera’s embraced Plantagenets, Cavanaugh’s and Foresters. Plantagenet’s too embraced the whole tribe, especially noticing the things that made things better between them all, and even ignoring the little irritations when people were careless, tired, or forgetful.
Marriages produced handsome progeny, all celebrated with wonder and merriment: the pretty ones, and the rough ones, the finely hewed, and the heavy limbed, all found their special throne of appreciation.
Words were tightropes that tied the aging structure of the Lodge together, keeping close the preciousness of their humanity and their love.
All too soon, the babies tumbled from the hammocks of love, and began to crawl to the edge of the compound. As they crawled their language grew too, and soon they crawled and scrawled and bawled great songs of loving and longing, bigger than the Lodge, and bigger than the Plains that had held the tribe well for so long.