In light of the up-coming Holiday of
LOVE.....I thought that this year I would share a short story that I wrote a few years ago - one that reflects my never-ending journey to find
True Love - but as this is my journey - this is my understanding & desires of what
True Love should look like. ;)
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please contact me. Thank you - & Please do enjoy :D - KaNani2008
THE TALE OF TWO HEARTS
An Indian Maiden, about to be married went to the village’s Medicine Woman. She told her of this Warrior, who was in her thoughts and had touched her heart. She told her of her hopes, goals, and wishes, her fears, her dreams. She spoke of her Warrior how he had given his heart, though it had a big, dark hole. She placed a piece of wood into the Medicine Woman's hand, shaped as a heart with a hole in the middle.
The Medicine Woman listened and then spoke. ”You have strong medicine,” she said. She held up the wood as she spoke. “A Warrior’s heart is made of three things. Fierceness of the Mountain Lion, Breath of the Great Spirit, and Strength of the Great Bear. Find the stones that make love last, there you will find how to fill this Warrior’s heart.”
She then held up a band of metal. “What is this?” she asked. The Maiden beamed radiantly, “That is my token of love for my Warrior.” The wise woman said, “Metal grows old, metal grows rusty, metal when heated melts away.”
The maiden grew distressed as the old woman spoke. “How can I keep this from happening?” she questioned the old woman.
The Medicine Woman gathered a few stones together. “These,” she said, “are the stones that love is built upon, Openness, Honesty and Respect.”
She gathered the stones and band of metal, together with the Maiden’s hopes, goals, and wishes, her fears, her dreams, putting them into a special leather pouch.
She pulled the strings to close the pouch, as she spoke. “Each night when your Warrior prepares to sleep, if he will return your token of love to this pouch with your hopes, goals, and wishes, your fears, your dreams. Together with the stones that love is built upon, then the metal won’t grow old, won’t become rusty, won’t melt away.”
A Warrior about to be married went to the village’s Chief. He told him of this Maiden, who was in his thoughts and touched his heart. He told the Chief of his hopes,goals, and wishes, his fears, his dreams.
He spoke of his Maiden how she had given him her heart, though smashed in broken pieces. He placed in the Chief's hand a stone that resembled the shape of a heart, which was broken in little tiny pieces.
The Chief listened and then spoke. “You have strong medicine,” he said. He held up the pieces as he spoke. A maiden’s heart is built with three things. Tears of the Rain, Breath of the Great Spirit, and Strength of the Buffalo. “Find the stones that love is built upon, there you will find how to mend this broken heart.”
He then held up a band of metal. “What is this?” the Chief asked. The Warrior said with chest puffed with pride, “That is my token of love for my Maiden.”
The chief gravely said, “Metal gets old, metal becomes rusty, metal when stressed becomes broken.” The Warrior with a look of concern asked, “How can I keep this from happening?”
The Chief gathered a few stones together, “These,” he said, “are the stones that make love last, Understanding, Patience, and Respect.”
He gathered the stones, band of metal, the Warrior’s hopes, goals and wishes, his fears, his dreams, and put them into a special leather pouch. “Each night before your Maiden sleeps, if she returns your token of love to this pouch with your hopes, goals, and wishes, your fears, your dreams. Together with the stones that make love last, then the metal won’t grow old, the metal won’t become rusty, the metal will never break.”
On the day the Warrior and Maiden were wed, the Maiden presented her pouch to her Warrior as she said, “Before this day I went to the Medicine Woman, I told her my hopes, goals and wishes, my fears, my dreams. The Medicine Woman gave me a warning, and presented me with this special pouch. She said that if each night before you sleep you return my token of love to this pouch, then it never will grow old, never become rusty, never will melt away."
The Maiden then said as she placed her pouch in her Warrior's hand, “I know I can trust you with this precious gift, because friends we were first, and through that friendship my heart you helped to mend. However you choose to wear this gift, whether on your finger or close to your heart. I will understand.”
Her eyes welled with tears as she said, “May all who see my token of love know that as this band of metal has no beginning and no end, my love for you is always beginning and never ending."
The Warrior then told his Maiden of how before this day he too had gone to the Chief of the village. As he presented his pouch he said, “Before this day I went to the Chief, I told him my hopes, goals and wishes, my fears, my dreams. He too gave me a warning and gave me this special pouch.” He said that each night before you sleep if you will return my token of love to this pouch, that the metal will never grow old, never become rusty, never be broken."
The Warrior then said as he placed his pouch in his Maiden's hand, “I know I can trust you with this precious gift, because friends we were first. And through our friendship my heart you helped to mend. However you choose to wear this gift, whether on your finger or close to your heart, I will understand."
"You see, with love sometimes you want the whole world to see, and sometimes you just want to keep it to yourself."
The Warrior’s voice filled with emotion, “May all who see my token of love know, that as this band of metal has no beginning & no end, my love for you will always be beginning and never ending."
The Chief and Medicine Woman came to stand in front of the couple,emptying the contents of each pouch into the couple’s hand.
The Chief began to speak. “You two have strong medicine,” he said, “when two come together and share their hopes, goals and wishes, their fears, their dreams, together they begin to build a love foundation of Openness, Honesty, and Respect. Together as they walk, the love begins to grow, and each must remember to have Patience, Understanding, and continued Respect. When put all together their hearts do mend.”
The Medicine Woman then waved her hand over the contents of the pouches, when she was finished a magical thing had happened. In the couple’s hand was a heart made from the cedar tree with a hole in the center, inside the hole were tiny crystal pieces shaped in a heart.“
Before you were together, two hearts were apart, one with a hole, one in pieces. In sharing your hopes, goals and wishes, your fears, your dreams, two hearts became one, filling the need of the other", she said with a smile.
She pulled from her side a leather pouch, as she put the heart of wood and crystal inside the pouch she gently said. “Each night before you sleep if you put your tokens of love inside with this heart made of love; the metal will never become old, never become rusty, never break, and never melt away.”
Written By Laura Jordan
3/18/01 6:39 PM
May each of you find the love you are seeking in whatever form that it may come.
Happy Valentine's Day!!
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