Serindipitious Noises – #S91R1T5 (Wind People)

It’s a windy day today in Cork City, Ireland, and a cold wind at that. But there’s hardly a cloud in the sky and the sun’s shining high and bright. As I tighten my hood around my ears I giggled while the Wind People dance around me…

Originally Posted, 27 February 2007, Denver Colorado on My Space

A week or so ago the wind was so strong that when I took Dodger out, the wind blew him over… and we were in the city at Governor’s Park next to the West side of a tall building! I had to laugh. Not only was it funny that Dodger was blown over, and passer bys grumped and complained, cars even had a hard time staying in the lanes, but me, I was enjoying the wind, and took great comfort in it.

When I was very young, before I was in school, the wind would come bang against the side of the house, rattle the windows and doors and moaned a sad song. I felt so sad that I quickly ran around the house opening every window and door to let the WIND PEOPLE in and all the banging, rattling and moaning would stop. “It’s cold outside, they just want to come in.” I said to my father as he went around the house closing all the windows. Of course I would promptly open all those windows and doors again. I mean really, it was cold out!

In 2nd grade the tornado sirens were tested every Monday at 1pm. I hated the sirens because I thought they scared the Wind People away. One day, on a Thursday, the sirens went off. We were all instructed to line up and go into the bathrooms. As we filed into the bathroom I broke loose ran to the double doors and flung them open. The force of the wind kept them open. It took three teachers, two to close the doors and one to grab me kicking and screaming, “The sirens are scaring the Wind People!!”

In 3rd grade our classroom was situated on the West side of the building. There was a strong wind that day and it beat against the side of the building, rattling the window and howling. Mind you, this is Colorado Springs, the headquarters of “Focus on the Family”, very Christian, religious and superstitious. And I had a substitute teacher from Mexico. After a deafening howl of the wind I spoke out of turn and said “Mrs. Naomi, you have to open the doors and let the Wind People in.”

“Who are the Wind People?” she asked

“They’re spirits, and they just want to come inside, and they won’t stop howling and knocking until you let them in.”

This terrified my whole 3rd grade class, and I got sent to the principals office. It was cool, ‘coz it was 10am and my father told the principal to either open the doors or send me home. I got sent home. … Thank You, Wind People! BAWK! BAWK! I spent the rest of the day playing outside with the Wind People.

Just before my 9th grade year, I was up in Michigan hanging out at a Sauk and Fox Native American community. There I met this older gentleman, who was a real kick in pants I tell ya. Other people told me to “watch yourself with the Old Crow”. (Apparently Ravens turn into Crows when they get old and silly. Don’t know if this is true folklore or not, I was just told that) I watched this Old Crow sell stones that he pick up off the street to gullible tourist. After making a sell the Old Crow came into the breakfast café, where I was sitting. He walks up to me and says “So, the Coyote came home to visit?” I really didn’t know what to say. (Funny, in that I had a similar experience later in life, another story another blog) Suddenly the wind picked up something fierce! Surprisingly, both me and the Old Crow started to laugh. Even more surprising the people in the cafe opened all the doors and windows. I just had to ask, “Why are they opening the doors and windows?”

” You know why?” The Old Crow responded

“Wind People” I joked

“You should know, you’re one of them.” The Old Crow said matter of factly

“You just said I was a Coyote?”

“What do you think Coyotes and Ravens are?”

I just smiled.

The Old Crow then told me that at the end of the summer all the spirits come here from the Mountains from the Waters, to keep warm over the Fall and Winter and to see what is happening in the People World. In the Spring when there’s no more snow they go back. The wind was very strong, blowing over dumpsters and such. Old Crow said that the harder the wind blows the harder the Winter. Later that Winter my Father and I where in Michigan and when we were driving back we got in a blizzard and was stranded at a truck stop for two days in Nebraska.

Just last November 2006 my friend Michelle Eagle-Elk and I were at a gem and mineral show at the Merchandise Mart. When we had left the wind kicked up. The wind was blowing so hard that we had to stop and cover our heads and turn our backs to the wind to protect ourselves from flying objects. We made it back to  my Jeep and I told Michelle the Old Crows story. Again I don’t know if it’s true folklore or not, the Old Crow could have just been pulling my leg. But when I think of the Wind People, the Old Crow, how strong the wind was, the 7 or so blizzards we had this Winter, and the wind that blew Dodger over, I have to say I don’t care if it’s true. No Matter where I go, no matter where I am in my life, the wind will always blow.

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The 3rd Coyote

“Do you want it?”
“…Well, I’m, I’m not sure what it is really.”
“It’s whatever you want it to be …”
“…I mean is it a job or title or what do I do? … Seriously, do I actually turn into a coyote?”
“No, no, you’re already a coyote, that’s why I’m asking.”
“Do I get paid?”
“No.”
“But why the 3rd? Why not the 1st or 2nd?”
“‘Coz they’re not offering it to you…”
“Oh. So, are they better than you?”
“No. They’re just, uh, just the 1st and the 2nd Coyote…”
“… Is there a fourth one? Or ah, ahhh, 5th one, or a … ”
“Yah, know I, uh, have no idea…”
“Then how do you know there’s a 1st ‘n 2nd one?”
“Well, I know them. We hang out every now and again, sometimes we…”
“These are friends?”
“Yeah…”
“Wait! Wait! You said I was a coyote, which coyote am I?”
“I don’t know. Some people are coyotes and some arn’t, and you’re a coyote. Go up North and you’re a raven…”
“I have family up North.”
“Oh yeah? Where abouts?”
“Michigan.”
“Hey! Me too…”
“OK! OK! I’m not understanding here…”
“Obviously.”
“… If I took this I would be the 3rd Coyote, …”
“Yeah.”
“…What would that make you?”
“Not, The 3rd Coyote.”
“And you’re OK with that?”
“Again, obviously, that’s why I’m asking you.”
“…Hmm, … So, what would that mean, to be The 3rd Coyote? What would be my responsibilities? Are there meetings? Do I have to show up for meetings? I hate meetings! Would people know? What would they say? Do I have to get new business cards made up? – ‘The 3rd Coyote’. Ugh. I just got 500 cards made up! What will happen? Will the top coyote … person come over and … uh …”
“No. …*sigh* … You’ll just be The 3rd Coyote. That’s It.”
“That’s it?”
“Yep.”
“…No.”
“No?”
“Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Oh. Alright. Well, you take care then!”