Famous Last Words Week 9

I keep writing this every time I do a Famous Last Words post, but I think my best writing for the week came from my Bible Women Storybook. This week, I revised my second story, and when I read back through it, I was super proud of my writing! I had a few corrections to make, but overall, the story flowed well from top to bottom, and it fit seamlessly with my overall theme.

When I want to get into the writer’s groove, I usually try to write all of my thoughts down, not worrying about the grammar or correct formatting. This way, I can let my mind breathe and rest from the anxiety of looking at a blank page. Once I get on a roll, I keep writing until I see an ending point. After I complete all of my thoughts on a Word document, I read back through the story to correct the spelling mistakes, complete confusing sentences or omit empty thoughts. I want to start looking for images on Pinterest instead of just Google Images because I like it when I can find paintings of the objects or people.

I went to Cancun, Mexico this week for spring break, which was so much fun! I went with three of my girlfriends that I used to live with when I lived in Oklahoma. Since I am graduating in May and getting married in June, I wanted to have one last trip taking advantage of my spring break. When we were there, we had a lot of great conversation and most of it was about the books we were reading. I decided to re-read The Screwtape Letters because the first time I read it I only reached the half way point before I switched to a new book. It was full of so many intelligent and convicting thoughts. It opened my eyes to the ways I can be tricked into thinking I am being righteous when really I am being a hypocrite.

(Turtle in Cancun, Mexico - Photo by csp_lunamarina)

Storytelling Week 9: Neen-i-zu's Adventure

(Fairy - Artist Unknown)

In the great sate of Michigan, the Obbydooby forest was located. It was also the home to a quiet young lady named Neen-i-zu. She loved the outdoors and spent most of her mornings strolling around the beautiful landscape. Once noon hit, Neen-i-zu would trek over to Lake Superior to visit her friends. In most cases, the word “friend” would refer to other young women like herself, but not in this story.

Being the daughter of an Indian chief, her roots were in royalty, but her heart was with nature. After the womb, she had an instant connection to the greenery and animals around her. This curiosity frightened her parents, giving them a more anxious walk of life than they would have hoped. However, these emotions didn’t hinder the love they possessed for their only child. They loved her greatly and told her that as often as they could.

Neen-i-zu means “My Dear Life,” which was a more than fitting name for this lass. She had vigor flowing through her veins and bones that didn’t stay still. Always on an adventure, Neen-i-zu found creatures almost unimaginable to most humans. Her open mind allowed her to fully believe what she saw.

The first time Neen-i-zu journeyed to Lake Superior, she walked along the shoreline by herself. For hours she walked. The sun was about to set when she heard a few faint voices coming from behind her. She immediately entered fight-or-flight mode. Unsure where these voices were coming from, she became determined to find the source.

“We admire you Miss Neen-i-zu,” the child-like voice said.

Neen-i-zu immediately replied, “Who are you? Show yourself.”

“You must believe in order to see us Miss Neen-i-zu,” the voice told her.

“I do believe. You are frightening me though, so please come out from your hiding! I will not hurt you,” Neen-i-zu said.

With fear, the voices gathered together to decide their next move. The Puk-Wudjies stepped out of the bushes and walked to the feet of Neen-i-zu.

She was looking up, trying to spot the creatures that had been talking to her when she felt a tingling on her feet. Right when she peered down, she saw the little creatures. They were almost fairy-like, but she had never set eyes upon something this magical.

The Puk-Wudjies quickly spoke to calm her frightened face and told her they were fairies of the Obbydooby forest, but that she shouldn’t be scared. They were there to teach her about the spacious woods.

Author's Note: I chose this story because I wanted to change it up and almost create a completely new story! The original tale has the same characters and locations, but the plot was focused more on Neen-i-zu’s adventures with the little fairies. I wanted to create a story that focused on the beginning of Neen-i-zu’s life and her initial meeting of the fairies. My version also leaves the reader hanging at the end!

Bibliography: The Fairy Bride. Native American Stories. Mythology and Folklore UN-Textbook. American Indian Fairy Tales by W.T. Larned, with illustrations by John Rae (1921). 

Reading Diary B: Native American Stories

Native American Stories

The Fairy Bride: This line caught my attention: “Her eyes had the look of one who has dwelt in secret places, and seen things strange and mysterious.” It made me curious to see what would distinguish eyes that have seen secret places from normal eyes.

When the hills (made by the grasshoppers) were mentioned, the Native American culture came to life. When I took Cherokee, I noticed there were many connections with nature and animals. Also, we probably learned more animal names than any other subject. Anytime another animal was mentioned, the same carefree attitude was expressed.

This comparison was simple, but creative: “Puk-Wudjies would vanish in the woods, but their footprints, no larger than a child's.”

(Michschievous Little Fairies - Artist Unknown)

The Fairy Bride (cont.): In my Languages Across Cultures class, I have been learning about some endangered languages that still use the moon to tell time. They are either nomads are live primarily in the woods. This line made me think of that method of telling time: “An Indian would say he could hang his powder horn upon it (moon), and that it meant dry weather when the leaves crackled under the hunter's feet and the animals fled before him.”

The conversation between the mother and daughter reminded me of a modern movie. I feel like fighting to be the most “wise” is an argument that commonly happens between a mother and her child. I know in my own life, I would tell my mom that I was smarter than her with driving even though I had only been driving for less than a year.

Reading Diary A: American Indian Fairy Tales

American Indian Fairy Tales

Iagoo, the Story-Teller

(Iagoo, the Story-Teller - Author Unknown)

This was the first story of the bunch, and I thought it did an excellent job at setting up the story. The first few paragraphs were intriguing because of the use of words. For example, I thought this description of the Earth was beautifully said, “ He knew the fairy tales and the wonder stories told him by his grandfather, who had heard them from his grandfather, and so on, away back to the time when the world was young and strange, and there was magic in almost everything.”

My expectations were also met after reading this bit of the unit because I was expecting the Native American stories to have natural significance and meaning.

American Indian: Shin-ge-bis Fools the North Wind

As a child, you feel like everything is so much bigger than reality shows to adults. I thought it was cute when the little timid girl thought the North Wind could hurt her. Iagoo had a peaceful, yet powerful response that as long as she is brave and cheerful, the mighty wind would not hurt her.

The North and South Wind seem to be significant pieces in many of the stories. I read this one right after I read Iagoo, the Story-Teller, so I saw the use of the common use of the wind back to back.

The names were so odd in this story, which doesn’t truly surprise me! They were actually fun to try and pronounce. For example, the King of the Land of Ice was an old man named Ka-bib-on-okka, and the South Wind’s name was Sha-won-dasee.