A Message In The Great Forest

 

 

            Cherry was getting to be a bigger girl. She was growing in wisdom and knowledge, and was a great observer of all about herself. She was taller than a human child, of course. and was still platinum blond all over with icy, pale blue eyes. When grown, she would be a beauty of the Forest Folk.
            Ramona had been doing a good job with her, helping her to remember the Firekeeper’s songs, which were essentially practical recipes set to a tune, to help memory. In fact, she had to have a very good memory, and she did. They don’t make books in the Great Forest. They remember, and pass it down.
            In addition, Cherry was very good with her hands. When she wasn’t assisting her mother, she was making things. Naturally, the materials she had to work with were natural things from her home environment. Sticks, rocks, vines, leaves, flowers, feathers, fur, even small bones, berries in season, that sort of stuff.
            This particular year she was making crowns or necklaces of vines, with flowers, woven and maybe some extra leaves to fill them out. She used salal a lot because it’s strong and doesn’t wilt. She liked fireweed when it was in season because it  had a good long stalk and was colorful. Later in the year there would be colored leaves, and she was looking forward to them.
            She made leafy crowns for her mother, and a big wreath for Ralph who obediently wore it around his neck. She wove them for Blue, and the Puma Bros, and wore one herself too. Hers had a big white daisy right in the middle above her eyes.
            She made a small house of sapling branches, and hoped the B’s would use it, but though some of the B’s good-naturedly visited it, just to make her happy, they couldn’t really use it.
            “It’s very pretty,” said a Bertha. “Thank you for thinking of us, Twigg’s Sister!”
            Then she gathered some small sticks about the size of pencils. She laid them out on the ground and looked at them, trying to think of something interesting to do with them. She began arranging them where they lay in various patterns. She was one of the Forest Folk, after all.
            Cherry kept coming back to a simple cross of two sticks. She wondered what could be done with that, even just to make it more stable. Maybe winding a vine through it, weaving around each of the four spokes, so to speak. So, that’s what she did, using a blackberry vine. The small thorns worked to keep it very sturdy. When she held it up, it was diamond shaped, which was surprising to her, she had sort of expected it to look square.
            Cherry was so pleased with her construction, that she took it to Ramona.
            “Look, Mama, I made this for you!” said Cherry.
            “Oh, Sweet Baby, it’s beautiful,” said Ramona. But it reminded her of something, something she had heard about long ago when she was a girl with her mother.
            “I’ve seen something like that a long time ago. But the winding was done with colored yarn. I’d like to show you, but we need Thaga’s help. Let’s just go see if she has some leftover yarn that we can use,” said Ramona.
            It was a pleasant summer stroll up and over the meadow and down the old path to the stone cabin, home of Thaga and Ooog. Ramona knocked, and Thaga asked them in, naturally.
            Ramona showed Thaga the interesting thing which Cherry had made.
            “Nice!” said Thaga.
            “I’ve seen something like this, but made with colored yarn. My mother had one. It was a gift passed down from her mother. I wonder if you have some bits of leftover yarn. The colors don’t matter except that we need some blue, for the eye!” said Ramona.
            Thaga went to her fabric closet and brought out her basket of leftover yarns.
            “Cherry, you may have them all!” said Thaga.
            There was a nice little ball of the blue that Thaga had used to knit her own blue sweater which she wore all the time. She put the leftover yarn in a cloth shopping bag, but kept her basket for when she had bits of leftover yarn again.
            Cherry said, “Thank you, Thaga. It’s all so pretty!”
            “It couldn’t go to a better person,” said Thaga happily.
            At home, near the Fire Circle, all during the afternoon, Ramona and Cherry worked. First Ramona showed her how to wind the yarn starting with the blue at the center, around each crossbar. Then she added other colors in stripes until most of the length of the crossbars was filled up with colored yarn in diamond shaped stripes.
            “My mother said that her mother said that the Native woman who gave to her said that the blue in the middle was supposed to make you think of the Maker of All and that he is watching all we do. This lady also said they put them in places where they would be seen, all along the paths that people walked on every day,” Ramona said to Cherry.
            “Now, you do one,” she said.
            Cherry did, and it was almost as tight and neat as Ramona’s. There was a lot of yarn in the bag, so she gathered more straight little sticks and over that day and evening and the next morning, Cherry made a couple dozen more of the Eyes. She made sure that there was a nice little loop on each one so that she could hang them on bushes at eye level.
            That next afternoon, Cherry hung them all over the area, near the Home Clearing, out on the meadow, and along the river.
            As she was finishing up, Maeve drifted down out of the sky, silently. She had noticed the unusual activity, and the colorful objects themselves.
            “Cherry, Sweetie, whatever are you up to?” said Maeve. She had plopped down beside Cherry on the riverbank.
            “These are reminders. I made them,” said the child.
            “They are very pretty. What should they remind us of,” said Maeve, though she had an idea.
            “They mean that the Maker of All is watching. Mama showed me how to do them, and Thaga gave me her yarn!” said Cherry.
            “Ah, very good, Little One. To be watched over by Love is a very fine thing!” said the wise old Raven.
            “Love?” said Cherry.
            “Yes, dear, Love,” said Maeve. “Now, let’s go on down to the Clearing. It’s time.”

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