| Grandfather, tell me about the people, the ones called Tsaa...
There are no Tsaa People, there once were two brothers looking
for medicine to help their sister who was ill and they travelled
far and wide going from place to place to find a way to help her
and in doing so met many people. When they found people they did
not know there would go to the elder there, the Grandfather would
say, you are
strangers and do not belong here.
The brothers would tell the story of how they came to be there,
that they were seeking some knowledge to help their sick sister
and had come this say to find what these people had to offer, to
learn from them and the proper way of doing things.
The Grandfather said, "Do you have gifts to bring",
in this they said we do not have much but offer all that we have.
In the distance was a rainbow and that had traveled on it and in
doing so they had made a trail from it to there and that trail was
their life, the rainbow fashioned by every twist and turn they had
made in their travels, it spoke well of them.
The Grandfather looked at this and said, "You have enough
my children" and taught them in the way they should walk, teaching
them about the things his people had to offer and sent them on their
They came across one people, when they came upon them they sat
in a place hollowed out by the wind, and when they announces themselves
they said nothing, just sitting there throwing red sand all over
themselves. They did not talk, or see them or listen to them, but
just threw this sand all over and stirred up the dust.
This was the place called Tsaa, the home of Bitter Winds, the
winds that blow for no reason but to cause strife. The wind when
it comes to you carries sand and if you are caught in it, it will
sting your face, it will make you think why are you here and where
am I going, it is too much trouble to continue. But if you hang
on it will blow over and be gone. It is always there this wind,
so it is with life.
Grandfather, why are they that way?.
Son, it has always been so you will find it all through your
life, there are those that are like that bitter wind, when they
come to you, they bring nothing but stirred up dust and it will
sting, it comes from a place where there are those
people who do not see, or hear or listen and not matter what you
say they will not listen, but just throw red sand all over themselves
and stir up the bitter winds of life..........
From the Navajo Way, a centuries old story in the songs and
legends of the People, the Bitter Winds come still and so it goes
on, but it will pass, there will be better days than this, let this
one go by..... rustywire