Dawn of Innocence

“Ouch, baby watch it!” Whelped Darryl as Dawn painstakingly pulled another hair from one of the many ingrown hair bumps peppered along his delicately skinned face. “Ah… don’t be such a baby, you should be use to it by now,” said Dawn trying not to giggle at the concerned expression on Darryl’s handsome face. “I sure hope you don’t perform surgery the way you pick my face,” said Darryl jokingly. “Well, I sure hope you’re not so sensitive when your NFL playmates tackle you,” said Dawn as she mounted her husband. “I got your sensitive right here,” said Darryl as he pulled Dawn into him and kissed her sweet tender lips. “Hmmm… I love you Mongoose Walking Proud.” “I love you more, Mrs. Dawn Jackson.” “Mommy, Daddy, Earl won’t let me watch Teletubbies,” said Jewel as she jumped up on the bed. “I want to watch Barney, Mommy,” said Earl as he followed suit. “Why you on Daddy, Mommy?” asked Jewel as her 4 year old mind strained to know all. “Me and your Dad are just wrestling dear.” “I want to wrestle too, Daddy,” said Earl as his 5 year old mind was always looking for something fun to do even if it meant tormenting his sister in the process. “Come here you two,” said Mon-G as he playfully wrestled with his children. Dawn looked on with amazement at her family. She felt truly blessed by the spirits. A heartfelt tear of pride and joy found its way from the depths of her soul to the corner of her eye as it dripped freely to the plush carpet floor. “Okay, tag me Jewel,” cried out Dawn as she flopped on top of Darryl to attempt to pull her lovely daughter free from his onslaught of tickles. Earl commenced to count his sister out as he slapped the bed in unison, “one…two…three…you lose and Daddy and Earl wins…yeah!” They all lay collapsed on the king sized bed, exhausted from laughter. Content and happily evermore. The Black Hills stood majestic and proud as life went about it in awe of its tranquility. Never has there been a more sacred place for Plains Indians, especially by a tribe called the Sioux. Dawn had Sioux blood deep within her from ancestral heritage, but she had always considered herself Cheyenne as her father and mother were which they wore with undeniable pride. There were many days she felt it would have been so much easier to be Sioux as were most of the population on Pine Ridge Reserve. Yet there was a definite feeling of distinction between the two tribes that made her always feel satisfied about being considered Cheyenne. Mother Nature has a way of blinding us on our path to righteousness. The very strength of her pulls us farther away from civilization. We find ourselves caught in her womb despite so called progress. From time to time we find ourselves again and again a victim of her omnipotent wrath, as she wakes us from our dream of being able to control her power. Whatever Great Force we come to believe in, she will always challenge any such Spirit and she is usually always the victor. I hope that despite our nature to harm Gods creatures, we have a much deeper side that which makes us human and to explore the possibilities of all men and women living in harmony as one.