I have asked my Elder for advice on a matter of a stolen horse : It was a long time ago, but, my horse was taken
from my pasture in the dead of night. I loved this horse; and, I knew
every breathing moment of its grand manners and habits. And, I remember
fondly the smell of its flowing mane and tail hairs ... They sang in the
wind as he would race across the pastures ... so free and so proud of
his duties and responsibilities ... So, today I have received a
visit from a man who says that he has good horse hair from which I may
now make a good blanket for warmth in my old age - when my bones now
call out with memories of how hard that my life has been ... And, I took
the time to examine these horse hairs with great interest ... It was as
I brushed them against my old cheek bones that I suddenly was taken
upon by a strangeness ... a whisper of winds and fields now past ...
but, still strong in my thoughts ... And, it then became clear to me
that I was breathing these memories from the hairs of my long lost horse
... Now, it has come to me that I must seek the good counsel of my
Elder on what to do ... I know that this young man, who has come to sell
me these good horse hairs would not have been alive yet when my horse
disappeared in that darkness so many years ago ... But, here he is with a
proposed sale that I am bewildered by concerning his right to ask me to now pay
for something that I need; but, yet, is truly originally mine ... I am
not sure ... I am old, and getting colder ... I need the blanket ...
Yet, am I about to remain cold because of a principle ??? ... I am as
yet not sure ... I am certain that my Elder will help me here ...
huy'ch'qu' :respectfully :
