Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
ha
p
p
e
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e
d
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Af
ter
l
o
ng
m
editation,
a
n
d
con
sultation
with
t
h
e
m
edicine
ma
n
o
n
t
h
e
R
oseb
u
d
re
ser
v
ati
o
n
,
a
n
e
w
n
a
m
e
was
selecte
d
.
He
n
c
e
f
o
r
th,
Lena
L
o
n
g
A
waited
wo
uld be
L
e
na
Ced
a
r Wo
m
an,
t
h
e n
u
rt
u
r
e
r
,
t
h
e qu
i
ntessential
m
o
t
h
er,
her
s
oul
st
r
o
n
g
,
rising
f
rom bed
r
oc
k
,
its
roots fir
m
ly planted
i
n
to
M
o
t
h
er Earth,
e
m
bracing
its
core
in rev
e
rence
a
n
d w
i
s
d
o
m
.
Ins
ti
n
ct
i
v
ely
she
kn
e
w
Lena
w
a
s
close
to
The
Mother.
She
was a
t
u
rtle
wo
m
an, or
m
edicine
wo
m
an,
a
n
d
a
s
su
c
h
,
h
e
r
n
am
e
shou
l
d
be a ref
l
ect
io
n
o
f h
e
r
sp
i
r
it
.
A
n
d
s
o
, her feet w
er
e set u
po
n
h
er pa
t
h of des
ti
n
y as
a holy
wo
m
an.
The
i
n
c
i
dent w
it
h
t
h
e hu
m
mi
ngb
ir
d
w
a
s
m
erely
a
revela
ti
on
t
o
t
h
e co
m
m
unit
y
,
for
n
o
one
co
uld
have
g
u
ess
e
d t
h
at,
w
i
t
h
i
n
t
h
i
s
sev
e
n-
y
ea
r
-
o
l
d
c
h
il
d
’s
b
r
east
,
d
w
el
t
a
l
o
v
e
f
o
r
C
r
eato
r
a
n
d
M
o
t
h
e
r
Ea
r
t
h
way
b
e
yo
n
d her
y
e
a
rs.
W
i
t
h
e
v
ery
en
deav
o
r,
s
h
e
w
ou
l
d
a
s
k
T
h
e
Gr
an
dfath
e
rs
t
o gu
i
de her feet, as
s
h
e
beli
e
v
e
d no i
n
cid
e
nt, no task,
n
o
du
t
y
,
wh
ic
h
s
h
e pe
r
f
o
r
m
ed,
w
a
s
tri
v
ial
o
r
m
und
a
ne.
C
o
nst
a
nt
in
her
m
ind
was
a
par
a
ble
h
er
f
at
h
er
h
a
d t
o
ld
h
e
r
u
p
on
t
h
e
o
ccasion
of
o
n
e of
h
er
in
fr
e
q
u
e
n
t
t
r
a
n
s
gr
e
s
s
io
n
s.
“
W
ithin
each of
us,
Little
B
i
rd,
a
r
e
two
wolves
f
i
ghting,”
he
said, us
in
g
her i
n
fant nickna
m
e.
Eyes
st
r
etc
h
ed
in
a
m
az
e
me
n
t,
she
looked
d
o
wn
at
h
er
o
w
n diminutive
ch
e
st, as if she would see
t
h
e two ca
n
i
n
es struggli
n
g
wit
h
in
its
cage. “
T
here
a
r
e
?
”
s
h
e
ga
s
p
e
d
.
“
Yes.
O
n
e
w
o
lf
is
filled
with
t
ho
se
t
h
in
g
s w
h
ich
are
e
v
il
wit
h
in hu
m
anki
n
d
:
j
e
alous
y
,
hate,
g
reed,
lies,
fear,
ange
r
.
In
t
h
e
oth
e
r
are
those
qu
alities
w
h
ich
are
pure:
tr
u
st,
lo
v
e
,
g
e
n
e
r
o
sity, tr
u
t
h,
co
u
ra
g
e, f
o
rg
i
v
en
e
ss.”
Me
s
m
erized,
Lena sat
gaz
i
ng
i
n
to h
e
r father’s eyes,
s
t
ruggling
to co
m
p
reh
e
nd
t
h
e
l
esso
n
.
Mom
en
t
s
pass
e
d.
She
c
ou
l
d
he
a
r
t
h
e
cra
c
k
l
e
o
f
the
fire,
a
n
d
h
er
m
o
ther’s
hummi
ng
from
across
the
si
n
g
l
e
r
o
o
m
,
which