Author:Ruby Standing Deer
Publisher:Evolved Publishing
Pages:200
Price:$11.89
ISBN:1622539508
Genre:Historic fiction
Rating: 4.5 out of 5
Source:Review copy @ innovative online book tours
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Summary
Spiritual journey through words of wisdom that lead a boy to stand as a leader of his land leading them to shelter and safety..Feather floating in water -Feather has nothing but his grandmother's initial guidance to follow his dreams and his own spirit to help him through..
Review
Novel revolves around native American's life through a touch of spiritual wisdom...When the novel opens up Feather floating in water is eight winter old, he is a gifted boy who has dreams of visions he is yet to decode, his grandmother, Bright sun flower is already into the spiritual thought process, hence understands him and helps him time and again to clear of his troubled dreams..She teaches early how things are interconnected taking examples through the famous food web .. Feather grows up as a free spirited young lad filled with life in the warmth of his family...Like any other kid he loves to listen to stories , he never gets tired of listening to them..He carries legacy in his blood , his great grandfather from whom he has inherited his name also had visions and dreams..He was a true leader who led his people away from danger settling them down by the sea shore and thus called The Fish people...Slowly and steadily his grandmother instills in him to believe in his abilities, his visions, through everyday examples laying a strong foundation on how to connect his visions and there by acting upon them..He is given all fed very early in life because he is the one destined for it, save his people from the hard times, making them believe in his visions and leading for a better tomorrow , but by then he is just nine winters old ,how can a young boy lead his people.. How can he overcome obstacles to open up to his spirit that would lead the way..He has not much time left when his land is invaded and his people at grave danger...
Native American culture is so beautifully described in a profound traditional set up, yet I felt there could have been more information about it...The layers of wisdom shed through them effectively, timely deeply wrapped through simple thoughts and ideas..The characters warmed me up with their way of life, the lessons are through simple events around us..
"Why do flowers not bloom in the cold season? Why are there hills and valleys?" He stopped long enough to hand her a stone. "What makes some stones different in color from others?"
and then follows the answers...
Author has kept the native touch through the characters vividly.. They play diving eagles, take cue from the sun's shimmer and glow, go by the season, live as a closely knit clan helping each other, leading a free spirited life indeed...Author has an introduction page where reference to the characters might be found..Though the novel itself is self explanatory yet readers might get an idea just in case...Fish people live so close to nature with everyday scenery unfolding to its fullest, eagles calling, starlit night to dusk and dawn that I wanted to get immerse in them...I loved Chases butterflies, Feather's cousin who stands by him believing in him rendering courage and support whenever his spirit ebbs away..
All through the novel the freshness of damp soil, scent of freshly bloomed flowers, canyons, rustling sea, broad horizons paint a colourful picture encapsulating in the wonder of nature ..The end was truly in Alchemist style only difference being that here, ancient People guide him through visions to a secret place helping him and his people..I highly recommend this book to everyone,even to those who are not interested in spirituality a read for the native American touch, ..
About the author
Author of Circles, Spirals and Courage Through
Fear, a short story in a book called Evolution Book 1 Put out by my publishing
Company, Evolved Publishing.
Life is a wondrous mystery that I still
explore. I spent my youth "feeling" my way thought it. I traveled
throughout the seventies, standing on one highway ramp or another, exploring
the many corridors of our country, learning about life and what it had to
offer.
In 1979, deep in winter, I settled down. I was
lucky enough to become the first woman journeyman pressman of a major newspaper
in Colorado. After ten years of working on printing presses, an injury forced
me down another path.
I made and sold jewelry, cared (still do) for
abandoned animals, volunteered for a horse rescue as well as a no kill shelter.
I went to school for so many different careers that ended up combining my
credits to get a degree in horticulture. Unfortunately, or so I thought back
then, two car accidents during my last semester, my last class, prevented my
pursuing it as a living.
I had no idea what my future held, but I was
fortunate; my caring and understanding husband allowed me to explore other paths
and I found one I knew I belong on--writing.
Back then, I had no idea "someone"
was pushing me to become a writer.
I had taken creative writing classes off and
on throughout my college years, because I always felt the need to write.
Nothing came of it, except satisfying my own desires, until that special dream
guided me to write my novel, Circles.
I joined a couple writing groups to improve my
skills. I met David Lane (aka Lane Diamond), my editor, in a group. He taught
me to keep going, not to get discouraged, to write and never give up. He stuck
with me and gave me the confidence I needed in myself, to let go of doubt, to
move forward.
My animals taught me about myself through
their own lives. They showed me that I had the patience to push onward toward
my destiny, that to give up meant the end. They helped me learn that if I
willed myself to wade through all the murky waters, eventuality, I would see
clearly enough to move forward.
I am currently working on Stones, the third in
this series and a book of short stories of the paranormal that will have
something for everyone even if you are not sure you believe. I might just
change your
mind!
My mixed bloodlines have shown me many things
in life that I am truly grateful for. Thank you, Great Mystery, for the dreams,
for the guidance, for the whispers in my mind.
ONLINE
LINKS:
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Excerpt
The
beginning of change....
Feather
Floating In Water woke shivering in the warm lodge. Dreams like this haunted
him more as he became older, but this one—so real—made him jump up from the
sleeping robe he shared with his grandmother. Screams and shouts of people
running from burnt lodges still tortured his mind. Their confused expressions! And
the fires, so real, had warmed his face.
How is it that dream flames can burn my
face?
He
sat up in the dim light and peered toward the top of the lodge, where Father
Sun peeked through the flap that allowed smoke to escape. Sunrise. I am home and I am safe.
Bright
Sun Flower stirred beside him. She must have heard him, probably felt his every
movement. "Grandmother," he whispered, "I hear mother and grandfather
sleeping. I need a walk, by myself. I will not go far, just to my favorite
ridge."
"What
troubles you, little one?" She too whispered, as she broke small sticks
and tossed them into the low burning embers of the lodge's fire pit.
Flames
from the freshly fueled fire brightened the lodge. Bright Sun Flower reached
for her thick robe, dense with the hair of the hump-backed animal that
thundered across the lands. She wrapped it around the dress she had managed to
slip on before the lodge's fire came to life.
"I...
I need to be alone."
"You
are but eight winters old. Let me go with you, so your mother will not worry
when she wakes."
Most nights, after his grandfather had rolled
over to sleep, Feather made his way from his mother's robes to his grandmother's.
His mother's rhythmic, soft snores never changed. She seldom stirred, sleeping
the peaceful nights of one not plagued by dreams.
Like
him, his grandmother had dream visions, maybe the same ones. After one such bad
dream, Bright Sun Flower had taken him out to wander the canyons to help him
clear his mind. She had told him her dreams showed that he had a destiny, an
important one. They had talked and walked until he relaxed enough to laugh and
dance around her again.
She
had also told him she once held great Power, but gave it up to have a family. Now
that her moon times were no more, her Power had returned. Feather, like all of
the children, was part of everything that went on in the band. No one kept
secrets from the next generation, and he understood moon times... as much as
any male could.
What did all this mean—this destiny? Feather
leaned up on his knees and watched her add a few more sticks to the hungry
fire. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he caught her staring his way when he
wiped it with the back of his hand. He wrapped his own robe around himself and
crawled past his mother toward the lodge's flap.
"Too
young for so many worry lines, Grandson. We should go talk about what bothers
you."
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