Crane Song: Finding my Way Home through Image, Myth, and Nature – Part 1 by Sara Wright



The last gift I received from my very distant parents was a print of a Native American Medicine Wheel by Ojibway artist Joe Geshick. I received this present on my birthday in 1993.

When I opened the cardboard tube I was astonished by the image. A Medicine Wheel? As far as I knew neither of my parents had any idea that I had picked up the thread of my Native heritage and was studying Indigenous mythology. What could have motivated them to send me such an image? I was stunned by the seemingly bizarre synchronicity.

Native American Medicine Wheel by Joe Geshick

At the time I was also giving an Indian program in the local elementary school called “The Circle Way,” educating children and myself about the mysteries of the medicine wheel.

There was also a Maine Abenaki Indian woman healer named Mollyockett who lived in the area and who seemed to be guiding me in this process. Before walking to school I often went to her gravesite to ask for help. One day I was shocked to discover a Great Blue heron sitting on her gravestone. Some days I could feel a presence when I knelt there in the tall grass.

Although, thanks to interlibrary loan, I was also learning about my own Passamquoddy/Malisset heritage I felt like I knew almost nothing about Northern tribes in general; most had been decimated by disease brought to them by the colonists that destroyed Native core values and the way of life for most of these Indigenous peoples. Some pockets of Native beliefs/stories survived in Canada because they had less contact with white people.

I hung up the medicine wheel immediately and began to use it as an image to help me prepare for my classes. The wheel reflected equality on a level that was familiar to me; we were all connected – trees, people, rivers, flowers – I had always felt this idea to be truth, but suddenly I began to speak about what I knew with a voice I didn’t know I had.

When my father died suddenly about six weeks later the medicine wheel, called “The Circle of Life” became the last gift I ever received from both my parents; it developed a ‘charge’ that resulted in me hanging the wheel in every space I ever inhabited. It is still with me.

And yet, I never researched the artist until I was finishing a thesis on my study of Black Bears (2013) when I decided that this image would become the cover of my manuscript. I learned then that Joe was born in 1943, grew up on a reservation in Northern Minnesota, spent two years in jail for minor infractions and began to paint there. After his release he studied at the Art Student’s league in NY and then taught art in Ontario. On the La Croix Reservation in Ontario he learned something about the fragmented history of his clan, and was introduced to traditional ceremony. In 1977 he began studying with a Lakota Sioux Medicine Elder in Nevada while participating for five years in the annual sacrificial Sundance Ceremony.

As a result, Joe became rooted in traditional ceremony and his paintings reflected this dramatic spiritual shift. “The Circle Of life” embodied this change drawing attention to the four sacred directions, the four seasons, the sacred colors, the four races. All were equal; all required respect. Joe often said that he wanted people to relate to his work through personal experience.

I recognized after doing preliminary research on the artist, that like him, I too had been totally separated from my Native roots and was finding my way back through images, my experiences with animals/plants,  creating/celebrating my own ceremony, and by studying Native mythologies. A slow, serpentine, circular lifetime process. But Joe became a model for me, validating that the way that had been chosen for me/chosen by me was an authentic one.

I felt a deep kinship with this particular wheel with one exception. In the center Joe had placed a thunderbird and after learning about the Ojibwa I didn’t understand why the bear wasn’t in the center of the wheel because the bear was the most venerated healer for his people.

Read Part 2 here

 

Sara is a naturalist, ethologist ( a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.



Categories: Art, General, Indigenous Spirituality, Native American, Women's Spirituality

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11 replies

  1. I always enjoy your writing. Thank you. You may enjoy learning about the Lac La Croix Ponies. https://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.ca/en/article/lac-la-croix-indigenous-pony.
    Sincerely,
    Gertrude MAXWELL
    Newfmist Newfoundland Ponies

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  2. Beautiful story Sara. I always think of time as strands of motion or strands of a dance that come together in the most surprising ways. (Surprising for us at least, perhaps not for the mystically bent or the spirits themselves – LOL). And this whole interweaving of time between your heritage, your parents, your father’s death, Joe Geshick’s artwork finding it way to you . . . what a story that is!

    Is that a different medicine wheel than you are discussing. It’s a bit small but isn’t that a bear in the center? At any rate, I look forward to your part 2 and the mystery of the sacred animals.

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  3. Very interesting. Did you learn why your parents gave you this specific piece of art? Are you going to tell us?

    I have lots of friends who do serious genealogical studies of their families. That’s interesting, too.

    Bright blessings!

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  4. What a glorious piece. I blew it up so I could see the thunderbird, but in truth I saw the bear too. I know nothing of Objibway ways, but it feels as though this is a wheel of transitions, a returning, a celebration of all that we are. It is magnificent. Simply magnificent. Thank you for sharing.

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  5. Gosh this is an interesting comment -and one I identify with – the thunderbird is a bird of POWER much like the eagle and I believe that symbol has been corrupted by the US who stole the eagle and made it their own… Indigenous peoples are the poorest people in the country and are still invisible for the most part up to this day… Women disappear by the thousands and no one know why… it goes on.

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  6. Beautiful, powerful painting. I also glimpsed the bear and look forward to hearing more of this riveting, multi-dimensional story, a medicine wheel in narrative.

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  7. What a wonderful and intriguing gift, it’s all the more meaningful that it came to you intuitively rather than logically. Even if your parents had little knowledge of their lineage, those threads run deep and find expression in mysterious ways.

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