Sacajawea with Us

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Artwork by Marcia K. Moore,
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It is for “Women” that Sacajawea brings her story to us in our time. It is humbling to share how her spirit has been essential to my own life and growth. She has touched me in so many ways…

When I was a little girl, I was loved and cared for by family and friends. I had a nurturing mother and father who did not fight or abuse me – they were the embodiment of loving kindness and gentle spirits.

When I was 20 years old, I was married in a flowing, white gown, to a man I loved with all my young heart. I thought my life would continue in peace and harmony. We would have children and raise them to be strong and good in every way, with a mommy and daddy to love them.

After nearly four years of marriage, we had a beautiful daughter — and a couple of years later, a son. Life seemed to be unfolding before me just as I had expected…

So, I want to tell you about the moment I realized there was deep darkness in the world. If someone had asked me if the world was dark, I would have said, “Yes, of course,” not wanting to appear naïve, “There is sadness everywhere.” But I would not have truly known, because up to this point at 27 years old, I was not able to know.

It was the beginning of summer… My baby boy was 6 months old, and my daughter was 2 ½. We were gearing up for a wonderful season of walks with the stroller and trips to my parent’s lake cabin. It seems surreal, looking back — but one day in time, through a brave, caring soul, I learned my husband was being unfaithful.

Sitting on the porch that night, knowing he was with someone else, was the most horrific and devastating night of my life. I cried, I screamed, I prayed, I was confused, I didn’t understand… My heart was turning inside-out and ripping apart. I was so alone. And yet, not alone — I literally felt something pressing down on my right shoulder, and I thought it must be the hand of God.

It was her sweet spirit. I have felt it many times since. She cried with me then, in my darkest hour.

That night, I learned something. That night, I became whole. That night, I had to walk on, for even though I didn’t know it, the true love of my life was to come. It was many years before I could completely break down the barriers and hurts from my broken heart, but forgiveness helped me heal with a clearer vision of pure love.

As with Sacajawea, she believed her betrothed would love her forever – he’d accept her back if she could get home. But that was not her path…

I never would have known what Sacajawea felt if I had not experienced what I did in my life. I believe I was Called to write her story, and if I was willing, I would be given the tools I needed along the way. We have to trust Creator. The step we take after heartache is our choice. As women, no matter what happens on our journey, we are created to be nurturers, caretakers and givers-of-life. How will we use what we are shown, how will we grow from it, how will we share ourselves with others to fulfill our rightful place?

Even in the midst of Sacajawea’s greatest heartache, she made a choice. She walked on. She rose to a new purpose. She was Called, and answered the Call, to bring her story to us in our time… Sacajawea shows us transparent Love, Light and Peace, and that is what will empower and change the world. 

~ Jane L. Fitzpatrick

“The honor of the people lies in the
moccasin tracks of the women.”

~ Native American Wisdom ~

~ Descriptions and content from Sacajawea, The Windcatcher, are protected under a copyright from the U.S. Copyright Office and the Writer’s Guild of America/west.

 

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