Inside the mind of a Zuni Maiden.
The day is warming up as we come to the river. Each girl takes her turn dipping her pot into the cool water as we exchange stories- funny things the children said to us the night before, mainly.
Dust rises, stirred by our woven moccasins, and we continue toward the garden, with our pots upon our heads. It is my turn to water the young crops while the other girls harvest the corn and plant new seeds.
The hard, dry earth swallows the water as soon as my ladle empties the first drop.
My wool shawl is becoming too heavy a burden, and I shrug it off. As I turn to lay it down, I notice a black widow wavering on her delicate interlocked highways. I move a little more, and she scurries to safety in a hole the ground squirrels left behind.
Our crops are prospering, and I am content.
Dust rises, stirred by our woven moccasins, and we continue toward the garden, with our pots upon our heads. It is my turn to water the young crops while the other girls harvest the corn and plant new seeds.
The hard, dry earth swallows the water as soon as my ladle empties the first drop.
My wool shawl is becoming too heavy a burden, and I shrug it off. As I turn to lay it down, I notice a black widow wavering on her delicate interlocked highways. I move a little more, and she scurries to safety in a hole the ground squirrels left behind.
Our crops are prospering, and I am content.
posted by Carey at 7:15 PM
1 Comments:
Strange that you should mention the spider Carey. Did you knowe that Spider Woman has a prominent role in NAtive American mythology? She is seen as a beneficial creature in Pueblo myth. I beleive that she even plays a part in a creation story.
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