GBE 2: Blog On
Week # 125
He bent over the fallen deer and thanked it for sacrificing itself for his family. Deftly, he pulled his knife from its sheath and began the process of cleaning the venison before taking it back to his family. Swiftly, he pulled the heart and took a bite. The blood ran down his arm. He grimaced.
Flaring Star did not care for eating the heart immediately, but it was expected of him. He felt it was too soon after the animals death. He felt to truly respect the animal, one should wait until its soul had completely left the body and even the area. But, tradition/religion/past practice dictated that he should eat the heart immediately for all to see. The rest of the hunting party soon encircled him as he hunkered over the felled stag. They too were starving. The sight of meat began a stomach rumbling heard throughout the thicket. The venison was loaded onto the makeshift cart with the other carcasses; squirrels, rabbits, ducks and blue jays.
At the camp, the women divvied the meat among the families. Times had become difficult with an early harsh winter. Many of the hunters had come back to the camp with only tree bark of the birch to feed the tribe. Many children and the elderly had become sickly. The tribe’s women took care to divide what little they had among all the families. The cook pot over the fire was mostly warm water and herbs. Foraging daily for roots and vegetables, the women took care to stay away from the hibernating bear caves, respecting the ire they may encounter should a sow be awakened by their chatter.
Honoring one another. Caring enough to be grateful. Thoughtful of others well-being.