Carpets of Blue
Monday, March 13, 2017
Have you seen them, those brilliant signs of spring in Texas? The bluebonnets are popping up!
It is hard not to be happy in a mess of bluebonnets. I have memories of my beloved dachshund frolicking through hills of blue, only the tips of her ears and tail visible over the tops of the flowers with each bound she took. As a young mother, I posed my children in their best Sunday clothes in the fantastic showy blooms. For a brief time each year, bluebonnets are a great excuse to take a drive through the Hill Country, searching for vistas blessed with the thickest patches of the state flower.
Bluebonnets are also a reminder to care for the earth, to be self-less and to love. These lessons come through the Legend of the Bluebonnet, a story passed down from the Comanche Indians. This is how I remember the story:
A long time ago there was a terrible drought and the people cried out to the Great Spirit to send rain. Among these people was a orphan, She-Who-Is-Alone, whose entire family had died during the famine. She-Who-Is-Alone had one possession, a buckskin doll with brilliant blue feathers in his hair.
After much time and prayer the shaman brought a message to the tribe: the reason for the drought was that the people had been selfish, taking from the earth but never giving back. The Great Spirit would send rain after one of them made a burnt offering of their most valued possession.
That night, after everyone else was asleep, She-Who-Is-Alone took her prized doll to the top of a hill and burned it as the sacrifice, scattering the ashes on the wind. In the morning, the hills were covered with bluebonnets, and the rains finally came. The tribe changed the name of She-Who-Is-Alone to She-Who-Dearly-Loved-Her-People.
Happy Spring! I hope you enjoy the bluebonnets and find a way to bless the earth and your fellow man today.