Once upon a time, during the zoom and boom days of the 1990's, I wrote a romance novella titled ~ ROPE THE BUFFALO’S RUSHING WIND ~
Now, don’t laugh, if you are, at my title. Hey, this story won first place in one of the RWA chapter contests, the paranormal category, of course. I think it was the Desert Rose, and that happened *way* back in 1999.
Also, the original creators and owners of Hardshell Word Factory ~ hardshell.com ~ loved it and wanted to offer it for sale in 1997. However, one of the owners became ill and sold the fledgling site to the Wolfs, and now I see it’s an imprint of Mundania Press.
To explain the title, it’s an expression used in the alternate world I created. As in... you might as well try and rope the buffalo’s rushing wind.
This love story between Woman Chief Kyote Spring Wind and Caballero Zake Doliz Vyquerrone became cathartic to write because the hero was an homage to a man I fell in love with at sixteen.
I won’t go into the gory-angst details of my teenage suffering. Suffice it to say, he left for California and the lure of Jefferson Airplane shortly after our first and only date. He was eighteen.
More importantly to me, this alternate-world novella is inspired by how I envisioned our world could be today... if only...
My story takes place in a concurrent timeline, within the continental United States and on the Great Plains where the buffalo still roam, both as thundering free herds and also, on immense ranches ‘somewhat’ similar to cattle ranching now...but, organic, of course.
What if, instead of all the wars and the conflicts between the races that have occurred in the past five hundred years ~ those who lived here in North America, and those various races who arrived as explorers and settlers... what if they had joined hands, then joined cultures... what if...
This may be more prose than poetry. I don’t know. I know I felt like sharing it.
Revised for this blog and under copyright ~
White Buffalo Woman Speaks
Once, in the early beginnings of our solar system – when the Turtle Gods sacred-carried the world on their backs – carried our world with their indomitable persistent spirits...
Once, when the Thunderbird cloud-soared our Earth bringing cleansing, replenishing rains...and fierce-bringing the lightning to destroy whatever threatened our paradise...
Once, when Bear Goddesses happy-roamed our majestic Land, teaching all peoples to nourish and heal themselves with the fruit and herb abundances...and generous-teaching all how to live within nature’s harmony...
Once, when Spider Woman gracious and elegant-spun the material of the world into every beauty, into every natural function...from the spire tops of mountains to the tiny glisten of a rain puddle...
Once, there was another Earth, our Earth. And when the rainbow Peoples exploring-met each other, they rarely decided upon war’s destruction.
Once, the warriors protected the People, and, yet, peaceful natures ruled...there was the hope of understanding, the excitement and anticipation of learning each other’s ways.
Once, learning the cultural advantages of each meant the improvement of life for All.
So it was, once...when spiritual freedom and true joy were achieved upon this Earth. And life was the opportunity to choose what called to the individual Soul, what inspired each unique Heart.
I am White Buffalo Woman speaking to you.
I share one story, small as a wildflower seed, of our Earth, the lost-paradise Earth...the Earth where my dreams thrive and live whole still...
I share the story of a woman and a man, who walk reverently upon the Turtle Gods’ Earth...for, their love’s passion is endless in the starry bowl of our Great Universe—
All great blessings upon you–
White Buffalo Woman
Happy Poetry Reading...
Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~