This is a Concept, a Teaching passed down from Generation to Generation, ever evolving, take from it that which WORKS FOR YOU. Indiividual interruptions are yours to Question, Accept or Reject, the CHOISE IS YOURS.
I Pray this Story, this Teaching, becomes a part of your Life Story and Perspective.
White Crow November 2008
Have You Ever Seen Weasel Dance?
Crossing the Mountains on a warn Spring Day in the Calendar year 1948, my years are twelve. I was heading for a Beaver Pond in a small Valley to swim. As I step from the cover of the Trees onto the open Meadow, a flash of white catches my eye. I pause to investigate, but I only see a few Rabbits off to the side nibbling the Grasses.
As I looked harder, there it was once again, the flash of white. All of the Rabbits lifted their heads for a moment then went back to their nibbling. Then I noticed one Rabbit was not eating, but was very intensely occupied with the spot where I had seen the white flash. To my surprise, Weasel jumped high above the Grasses, turned completely over in mid-air. This causing the white flash of her under belly. Then landing on her feet and laying flat in the Grasses, and that one Rabbit never taking its' eyes from Weasel.
Later that day, returning home, I asked my Grandmother, "Have you ever seen Weasel Dance?"
"No", my Grandmother said. "But I know of this from the Stories. The Creator has smiled upon you this day, allowing you to experience a new Lesson. But you must talk with The Grandfather about this Teaching."
A few days later The Grandfather came down from the Mountains for a visit.
"Grandfather, have you ever seen Weasel Dance?" I asked him.
The Grandfather sat quite for a long time, his face very serious. I know he was thinking very hard, but I know he would answer in his own time. Maybe right out, or it might be in Symbolic Words that I would have to think about and come to the Answer with my own Conclusions.
The Grandfathers' face relaxed, he reached out one of his big hands and placed it lightly upon my shoulder as I stood before him.
"Little Brother," began The Grandfather, "Yes, I have seen Weasel Dance, and I have heard the Stories and know of the Lessons the Creator knows you will need from this experience."
Another long pause as The Grandfather looked out across the Valley. I was thinking maybe I should not have asked. I could see The Grandfather was thinking very hard.
"Little Brother," The Grandfather began again, after the long pause. "Weasel is the Medicine of Woman and Rabbit is the Medicine of Man, that is, when Men are afraid. Some Men walk their entire Lives being afraid of this or that. They are Rabbit Medicine People, you will come to know them when you meet them. I am an Old Man, times are changing and this Lesson changes as the Generations change. In not to many Seasons you will be out there among the Todays' Men and you will need to Know the Lessons of this Generation of Man. It is best you ask your Friend Rabbit Man, he is of the todays' World."
I thanked The Grandfather and hoped Rabbit Man would come soon.
The Cycles of the Moon past twice before Rabbit Man returned to the Mountains. As always, I was pleased to see him, as was my Grandmother. Even though some times he made her blush and she would scurry off with a little giggle and the comment, "Men!"
Rabbit Man and I walked a short way from the house and sat under the Willow Trees by the Stream. It was always cooler there on warm days.
"So, my Young Friend, I have heard upon the Winds you have had an encounter with Woman Medicine," Rabbit Man said trying to contain out and out laughter.
"Rabbit Man, have you ever seen Weasel Dance?" I asked, trying not to be effected by his laughter.
"Come, let us walk and I will tell you the Lessons of Dancing Weasle," he said. "But first, tell me your Story of Weasel Dancing."
As we walked alomg a Deer Trail near the Stream, I told Rabbit Man the Story of what occurred when I saw Weasel Dance.
"Only one Rabbit watched Weasel, the others nibbled the Grass and would glance in her direction only once in a while. Weasel would run a short distance, jump, and make a complete turn in mid-air. Race back past Rabbit with her thin Tail waving so fast it was a blur. Springing up and down on her stiffened legs. Rolling in the Grass, tumbling, standing on her hind legs, bobbing her head from side to side and swaying her body. Running back and forth and the Rabbit, sitting there, following her with his eyes and turning his head to follow every movement of Weasel, often flashing her white under belly."
"I sat down with my back to a great Oak Tree to see what this funny little Weasel was up to. As I watched her actions I noticed each time Weasel ran past Rabbit she was getting closer and closer to him. I believe Rabbit was mesmerized by the antics of Weasel."
"Then Weasel reaced closer and past Rabbit, turned quickly and raced back. As Weasel reached Rabbit she lay flat on her back and grabbed Rabbit by the throat. Rabbit squealed, the other Rabbits scattered, as Rabbits do. Weasel and Rabbit rolled about for a few moments then Weasel ran off dragging Rabbit back to her Den to feed her young."
"Let us set here." said Rabbit Man, smiling at me and pointing to a large Pine Tree. Squirrel scampered up the Pine holding fast to the Pine Cone in its' mouth as we approached to relax beneath this great Tree.
"Have you told your Grandmother this Story?" he asked, still smiling.
"Yes, I have", I said. "She told me to ask The Grandfather for the Lessons about the Weasel Dance. And The Grandfather told me to ask you, because he was to old and that you are a Man of the Today World."
Rabbit Man laughed hard and I was not sure why. Was he laughing at the actions of Weasel, at the Grandfather for saying he was to old, or at me because I could not see that this was as silly Leasson?
Rabbit Man stopped laughing and with a smile looked at me and said. "Forgive me My Young Brother, I am not laughung at you. I laugh to think that The Grandfather thinks I am a Man of the World. I go to the city to work, but my Heart never leaves these Mountains. Now I will tell you of the Lessons of Danceing Weasel."
"As The Grandfather said, Weasel is Woman Medicine. When you grow older and move out into the World and come in contact with the Women of the World, do not become like Rabbit. Women will dance before you, play their Women Games and try to entice you and make you believe it is all your idea."
"As Weasel scurried about, jumping, flashing her white belly, doing flips, all the time getting closer and closer to Rabbit. Women do these things in their manner. Rabbit becoming entranced by the actions of Weasel, not expecting anything more than the amusement caused by Weasel. Then when least expected she has him by the throat and the games are over."
"Little Brother, I do not want you to think you should fear Women, they are not a Need, but a necessity in Life."
White Crow June 1948
1 comment:
Weasels dance because rabbits demand they must. They would not dance if they had a choice in the matter; the weasel dance is tiring.
Men are put off by a woman who is as forthcomingly direct with her interest in a man in the same manner that men are with women.
Thus, if a woman with an interest doesn't want to put a man off, she is therefore obliged to dance.
For the record, I don't like it either.
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