Where does such strong energy go? Are you sure it is sleeping? That last vow, a former encounter or a strong intention, all will connect the Ancient with today. This is the hereditary dance of Rosie Day, a Métis, as she seeks out her Ancestors, discovers where her heart lives and reclaims her soul despite her adoption ordeal. For this young woman a no name person, the split in two heart stands before you. Her story begins at a birthing within icy embrace of a killing winter's gale.
When the timing is right, she will travel back in time as the Wisdom Keepers prepare for the arrival of the rising red tsunami. These efforts awaken a child of the future. A sacred path expressing the undeniable hunger Rosie holds for her heritage.
What is true human living upon Turtle Island in the 20th century anyway? Rosie's challenging journey reflects how life is but a woven robe. Each decision forms an appliqué to be sewn upon this blanket, her life.
Rosie Day and her Mother Sophie tumble face-first into the ugly Shoofly gang. Perhaps those unresolved vows upon the prairies long ago will intertwine and weave within her life forever. No one or thing is ever truly forgotten. All this and much more races toward a final conclusion in time as Rosie Day stands at last within the entrance of the Sun Dance arbor.
Life begins again.
How life had transformed for Sophie’s People
of the northern reaches of Kanadario1 (Ontario Canada), once a complete universe, filled with hope.
A living future, rich forests, providing all that was ever needed to live a good life could be found there.
Now this gift from Gitche Man’ito (Creator) was sliced up like so much salted fish, dried and broken into the many provinces, towns and private property, and of course the pitiful Indian Reserves...
...Hollow Horn snaps awake.
His eyes and heart spring open wide as one. He dares not move quickly lest he miss the meaning. Any interference could erase forever the subtle wisdom. A delicate gift could be dispersed among the morning mists impossible to be retrieved again.
‘WHO who whOO who OOO who’, she calls once again. ‘I acknowledge you my Sister’ the beneficiary confirms. The Old Man telegraphs his cooperation to the beautiful dappled Great Gray She Owl at once.
Slowly now Hollow Horn moves with experience, knowing this is THE delicate matter, Prophecy.