Engraving Words! Article 2!

Article 2:

Engraving Words!

Hello Everyone!

Seeing as how it is indeed Indigenous Month, I thought I would take a break from politics and those other heavier matters in life, and share instead a poem, from a Children`s Native Story book I have had running around in my head for quite some time.

It is the opening segment of the story and the tale of the journey for the main characters in the work! I one day look forward to finishing this with the right talented aboriginal illustrators/artists.

It's a wonderful story, an incredible journey for the lost little girl and the Great Hawk that rescues her and another wounded bird! Trying to get home for himself in time for a special fall celebration held by his owner and his tribe yearly before the snow and winter comes!

If you think you have what it takes to help me with the accomplishment of the artwork for this story, I do so invite you to get in touch with me, send me a message and share some of your artwork and let me know a little about yourself & your ambitions, goals and dreams as an Indigenous Artist?

I will respond to those whose work and story fits what I'm looking for!

Thank-You!

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A Story:

~ My Hawk Cry ~

I twirled like a young girl in love with her dreams, seeing the skirt even twirl with me. I soared like a hawk above the world; seeing all of earth's colors and many different beautiful things, and the music I heard and the visions I’ve seen, all brought me to tears on my knees.

It was so humble indeed the earth, and the people of the earth all standing around and ‘loving me’ the way I’ve died to be loved my whole life by somebody, the way I’ve cried out as a voice in the wilderness, in the middle of the night, thousands of times before.

Hoping and praying for somebody to notice me, for somebody to love me. And then it happened... I heard the hawks cry, and it was like paradise or when Mother earth first created the World known simply as Eden!

Suddenly, for me, there was light. Somebody of the earth heard me crying in the night. They felt me give the offering that went unseen, and just like that I did indeed hear my friends...

The Indian call!

And now even in the night, for me it’s light that I do see; how heavenly... and how could I be any happier for the earth’s light and the Mother of love are both now shining down on me.

The night when I did hear my loving friends,

The Indian Call!

To be continued…

written by,

Jennifer Cooley!