The Island. Chapter six and seven.

 The Island- Part six

Nicole took me to Lana. She was waiting and  she was talking to a beautiful woman with  wild and fierce hazel eyes and the reddest hair I had  ever saw.  The woman rose-up and came to me. She hugged me and she told me, my name is Boadicea, welcome to the Island. You can call me Lilly. I heard great things about you, always nice to have a poet on Idyllic. We need words, we need song and we need a safe place to rest. I have been here for almost a thousand years. I hope you find time for a long talk with me. I love discussing the old and the new world. Maybe I could teach you something worthwhile. She returned to Lana, kissed both her face cheeks and she came back to me. Kissed my forehead and she whispered. We can overcome all things and she wandered off.

Lana sat in her seat, the canvas and the paint near. She smiled and she laughed. Here in Idyllic, many interesting people had found their utopia. Dear Lily, a great healer. Once she knew war and violence, now she is part of the Idyllic myth and tale. She is the balance on the island. Ensure we don’t forget who we were. Please Johnnie, sit down and I will tell you some stories if you like. I sat near her and she asked. Look toward the lake please.

She begin to paint and I watched the Lake Superior. She told me. Lily was  second . She lost her world and Luna found her. Luna brought her here. The ancient Ojibwa thoughts they were medicine  women or Shaman women. Luna found the island and the Ojibwa people near left her alone. They knew, she wanted silence. She heard a child sick and dying. The child was sick with a stomach ailment and she made a dish of vegetables and dandelions root. The child begin to heal with the cleansing of the sour stomach. After this incident, the Ojibwa came often for healing. One night, Chief Raven came and he told her. If you want, please stay on the island. We see the pain in your eyes and the big water is a healer. Lake Gichigama will protect you and thank you for befriended us. It is sad, no-more Ojibwa come to us. I believe few are left with the ancient knowledge. Luna brought Lily here after the battle where Rome destroyed the Druids and her Army. She held silence for a hundred years, Luna told me. Lily is very wise and she became a Native American myth, they called her Morningstar. She taught the Iceni natural cures to the natives. I asked her. How did you come to the island?

She smiled and she told him. Lana is my third name.  Once I was Natae, once I was DeaMeuna. Now I am Lana. I saw terrible things in my lifetime and one day. I decided death was sweeter than life. I create a deadly poison to put me into a permanent sleep. Luna appeared at my door and I allowed her in. She held me like a child and we cried together for hours. She told me, dear Natae, goddess of purity and kindness. Please come with me to Idyllic and maybe you can learn some kind of peace. I went with her and I met Lily. I knew Boudica and she had transformed to a beautiful spirit. Lily never left my side for a hundred years. We became the healers for the ancient Ojibwa and they built the wood bridge for us. They would bring fresh food to us and we use to, with our Ojibwa tribes near. Celebrate the birth of Spring and the sleep of Winter. I started to paint the bridge and now. The bridge tells the story of many. I asked her. Is this dream dear Lana? I came to die and now I am surrounded by the beauty of Idyllic and the kind people. Why am I worth saving?

Lana stopped painting and she looked deeply into my eyes. She whispered, you are not done yet Johnnie. Lake Gichigama brought you to us. The island is hidden from the view of people unless you are called to her. Idyllic had many people with heavy stories.  Once I lost everyone and everything. I wanted to kill everything that destroyed my world. I decided death was better than hateful life. I was saved by dear Luna. I believe the island wanted to save you. I asked her. Why do I need to be saved? I am just a man. One less man who was careless and cold, he would not be missed. Lana stood-up and she came to me and she whispered. We are like the sea, rocking and a rolling to life destiny. We don’t know the reasons we are upon this earth. Maybe you will save one and find your heart, maybe you will save many and save your soul. Took me saving a thousand people lives to heal. Once my dreams were nightmares and tears. I remember the Ojibwa children called me “The Moon”. They would bring me small gifts and we would dance by the big lake. I assisted in the birth of many babies. In the babies eyes, I learn. I wasn’t done yet and you are not done yet.

                         Dancing Coyote

The Island- Chapter seven

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

 Life is to be lived 

                                  The Island. Chapter seven.

Lana watched my eyes and I told her. I am glad I found the Island and everyone had been so kind to me. Idyllic is a miracle and a blessing. I was seeking ending and today. I don’t know?  Lana embraced me and she whispered. All of us  have fallen often and we must rise-up and become stronger. This is what the wise and strong people do. You came here to Idyllic to gain strength and one day. You will become a teacher. I will tell you some of my tale tomorrow at noon. You, Nicole and I will eat lunch near Lake Gichigami. Now allow me to finish my painting. I have you today and in the morning tomorrow. My brush need silence to work dear Johnnie. I watched her hand move with great skill and her eyes. They were like the sea blue sea today. She was a beauty for the ages. I sat in silence till a pretty woman appeared. She went to Lana and they embraced and kissed. Lana turned and she introduced Isabella to me. I reached my hand to her and Isabella pulled me up toward her and she embraced me tightly. She whispered, we are not strangers on this Island. Petty friends are never allow here. The Big Water and Idyllic invited you here and now you are part of the family. We are the leftovers and the greatest storytellers. I know Lana loved her silence and the brush. I heard you were here and I brought a bottle of Jerzy’s Michigan cherry wine and I am willing to talk. And also I am a healing. I am old school, no drugs, just natural herbs and natural lotions. I believe the human touch is needed to awake our sleeping spirit. When we walk alone, we fall alone. The Morningstar whispers, brought you to the island. I watched her face when she spoke. I loved her tie-dye  Summer dress and I loved her long dark brown hair, darkest brown eyes I ever seen. She looked very young, but her eyes. Had the look of the ancient people. She was slender and she had powerful legs and body. 

She went to the kitchen and she found the wine opener and she brought back two glasses. She smiled and she told me. When Lana is painting, no drinking the Bacchus wine when she is painting. Rumor had it, Bacchus was my father and she laughed. I do enjoy his wine and she poured the wine into the wine glasses. Lana smiled and she told her. After the wine, maybe a face massage for Johnnie. Your hands can create miracles and save the souls of the lost. Lana looked at me. The story told, Isabella had saved many kings, soldiers and gods. And she had retired some too. Isabella watched my face and she told me. I see the great sadness in your face, I see the sorrow in your eyes. When we are young, we believe we can save the world and one day. We learn, the world sits on a thin edge and we are just dancers trying to keep our balance and not fall into the chaos. In my lifetime, I saved many and I lost many.  I have loved and lost. Many years ago, Luna found me. I learn the gods cannot be killed, cannot die. Most of the old gods found solitude and left the earth. Luna held me for many days and she whispered. Dear healer, my kindest and honest friend. Follow me to a safe haven. She brought me to the Big Water and I found my place to rest and heal. Now we must drink the Bacchus wine, you have two hours till Lana is done with you.  She handed me the wine and we tapped the glasses and we drank the Cherry wine. I asked Isabella, does one life matter? Are we falling stars falling toward the earth without reason or purpose? Can one person change our world? Life and death. Is it just opportunity for us to steal and borrow?

She put down her wine glass and she came to me. She unbutton my shirt and my shirt fell to the ground. She stood behind me and her hands moved slowly through my hair. She sang a song lowly.

“Slowly we must go,

easy we must move,

no easy life,

life is hard Winter and kind Spring.

Life is hot Summer days and the Fall change of color.

We are just like the dancing wind.

Just seeking our proper place,

just seeking the kiss of happiness.

Slowly we must go,

easy we must move.

We are the create of our path.”

Her hands were skilled. Her movement organized and she had reason and purpose for every movement of her fingers. She whispered, the hair, the face, the neck. Need to be brought to life, the healing of the human touch can save our spirit, our world. Her gentle touch made me close my eyes and my mind quit thinking. I forgot all the heavy weights of life,  I was carrying. She whispered a song to me as I fell into deep meditation. She sang.

“We need barefoot days,

we need the big water near.

We need kind voices,

we need the Bacchus wine and the sweetest song.

You and I.

We must seek the wanderlust and be fearless.

The broken heart shall heal,

the broken heart shall be tested.

Love is life and life is love.”

Lana told us. Isabella, we have a concert to prepare for. Johnnie, tomorrow at nine. Be here, please. I told her. Okay dear Lana and he looked into Isabella eyes and I told her. Thank you dear lady. I feel lighter and what can I do for you? You have been so kind to me. Isabella embraced me and she whispered. Live, just live. Morningstar told us. You have a thousands journey to accomplish. She kissed my face and she told me. If we save one life, we know love. If we save many lives, we can know peace.

                                      Dancing Coyote