This night we celebrate the life of Old Grand Dad, who sacrificed his body that we may live and prosper. It is only fitting that our stories are those of the deeds of our grand parents. It is they who in days past shaped our lives today. Our new friends spoke of caves. I have a cave story to share, given to me by my own grand father.
My Grand Dad, the greatest story teller, built a cave on top of a hill overlooking Spirit Lake. You can see the cave now, on yonder hillock. When he arrived here, he knew he had found a home for his family. As his people built their homes from the hide, bone and wood, as our ancestors had for generations, Old Grand Dad sought a new way. This was to be a permanent home, and there is only one material that would last past his life: stone.
He found the great stone plates in the stream bed, and with the help of the whole community, they were dragged up the hill and set on end. Finally capstones were hoisted atop the man-cave, and inside became a spacious home for Grand Dad, and eventually my father would be born in that man-cave.
After it was built, Grand Dad went outside to watch the dawn. That first morning the sun rose across Spirit Lake, directly atop another hill, and the tallest pine on that hill stood silhouetted against the rising sun. Each day that followed, the sun rose further and further from the tall pine, utnil on the shortest, coldest day of the year, the sun rose as far from the tall pine as it ever would. The next day, the sun started creeping slowly back towards the original spot. Grand Dad watched the sun rise from outside his door every single morning for many seasons, until he was certain that he could pinpoint the turning of the seasons accurately to within a single day by noting where on yonder hill the sun arose.
The sun rises every day without variation. We know that even on the darkest, cloudiest morn, the sun is up there, obscured by clouds. Likewise we now know that the spring, the rains, the summer, the die off, and the cold all begin on the same day each and every year. The world wobbles on a balance between sun and moon, and while the moon’s wild dance across the sky is for another story, the sun’s stately progress across the sky can be measured, and hence our lives can be measured against the sun.
Cave Magic Book 1: Spirit Lake begins here: Cave Magic Web Comic