The Lakota Way of Strength and Courage: Lessons in Resilience from the Bow and Arrow
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In Lakota tradition, the bow and arrow were more than tools for hunting or battle. The bow’s resilience and flexibility, the arrow’s grace and power, the archer’s focus and patience—in these, we find the essential qualities for living a life of strength, purpose,and simplicity. In The Lakota Way of Strength and Courage, Joseph M. Marshall builds upon the central metaphor of the bow and arrow to provide a treasury of insights, stories, and irreplaceable wisdom. With eloquent prose and an elder’s perspective, Marshall draws from traditional stories, the history of the Lakota, and his own experiences to offer timeless lessons on:
Transformation—what the journey of the Lakota people teaches us about preserving what is essential as our external circumstances change Simplicity—the story of Grandmother Grass Braid, who understood that “the more you know, the less you need to carry” Purpose—how the world unveils our purpose to us, as revealed in the story of the Keeper of the Winter Count Strength—the moving story of Henry One Bull, and how adversity teaches us to develop the true core of our strength Resiliency—the lessons of Grandma Red Leaf on facing the challenges of life with the best we have to offer
Once, the Lakota people relied on the ash bow and the willow arrow to provide food and sustenance. Today, these simple tools can offer us something even more precious: a way to nourish our souls with spiritual wisdom. Joseph M. Marshall offers a book that is at once profound, honest, and rich with meaning as he reveals The Lakota Way of Strength and Courage.
Joseph Marshall III
Joseph M. Marshall III is a teacher, historian, writer, storyteller, and a Lakota craftsman. He was born on the Rosebud Sioux Indian Reservation in South Dakota and raised in a traditional native household by his maternal grandparents. He has published nine nonfiction works including The Lakota Way: Stories and Lessons for Living and To You We Shall Return: Lessons About Our Planet from the Lakota, three novels, a collection of short stories and essays, a children's book, and was contributing author in five other publications; and has written several screenplays. Several of his books have been published in French, Hebrew, Korean, Japanese, German, Italian, Chinese, Romanian, Portuguese, Spanish, and Bulgarian. In addition, Joseph has had several major screen appearances, including a role in the television network movie, Return to Lonesome Dove, and as a technical advisor and narrator for the Turner Network Television (TNT) and DreamWorks six part mini-series Into the West. Joseph has been recognized for his writing, scholarship, and service with numerous awards, including the Wyoming Humanities Award and the 2009 Benjamin Franklin Award for Historical Fiction. He is also a practitioner of primitive Lakota archery, having learned from his maternal grandfather the art of hand-crafting bows and arrows, and is a specialist in wilderness survival. Joseph and his wife Connie (also his literary agent and manager) are the parents of a blended family and have sixteen grandchildren. For more about Joseph's writings and appearances, please visit www.thunderdreamers.com.
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The Lakota Way of Strength and Courage - Joseph Marshall III
OTHER BOOKS BY JOSEPH M. MARSHALL III
Nonfiction
Returning to the Lakota Way: Ancient Values for the Modern World (2012)
To You We Shall Return: Lessons About Our Planet from the Lakota
The Power of Four: Leadership Lesson of Crazy Horse
Keep Going: The Art of Perseverance
The Day the World Ended at Little Bighorn: A Lakota History
Walking with Grandfather: The Wisdom of Lakota Elders
The Journey of Crazy Horse: A Lakota History
The Lakota Way: Stories and Lessons for Living
The Dance House: Stories from Rosebud
On Behalf of the Wolf and the First Peoples
Fiction
The Long Knives Are Crying
Hundred in the Hand
Winter of the Holy Iron
How Not to Catch Fish: And Other Adventures of Iktomi (children’s)
Audio
To You We Shall Return: Lessons About Our Planet from the Lakota
Quiet Thunder: The Wisdom of Crazy Horse
Stories from the Lakota Way
For Connie
Introduction
Child of the Moon, Child of the Sun
There was a time when Lakota boys looked at a new bow and arrows the way any modern teenager gazes at an iPod, a cell phone, or the latest version of a video game—longingly and lovingly. There was one basic difference, however. Lakota boys eventually learned how to make their own bows and arrows and learned the life lessons associated with them.
Bows and arrows have been around for thousands of years and, as weapons for hunting and warfare, were critical to the survival of cultures all over the world. They were frequently and literally the difference between starvation and plenty and very often between life and death.
Although I heard about the bow (itazipa) and the arrow (wahinkpe) in stories told by both of my maternal grandparents, I never actually saw the real thing until my grandfather made a set in 1950. The bow was of ash wood, and the arrows were thin chokecherry stalks. Like countless Lakota boys before me, I was immediately drawn to them. The feeling was somewhat like meeting an old friend. More than likely, I felt an inherent cultural connection with them. My lifelong fascination began the moment my grandfather placed the arrows, one at a time, on the bowstring and shot them into the air. As I watched those feathered shafts arc gracefully through the sky, I knew they would be part of my life for as long as I lived.
When I asked where the bow came from, it was my grandmother who replied.
From the moon,
she said.
She explained that the moon was a woman, and it was she who gave us Lakota the bow. I accepted what she said without question. Several evenings later, she showed me the sliver of a new moon hanging in the sky. The thin, silver crescent looked exactly like my grandfather’s bow when he drew it back to shoot an arrow.
According to my grandfather, someone in the distant past saw that same sliver of a new moon and related it to the function of a bow. A bow works by reacting to being drawn, or bent, when the archer pulls back on the string. When the string is released, the reflexive action launches the arrow. Anyone who is familiar with how a bow works, and especially anyone who has constructed primitive bows, knows that the bow must be designed to withstand the stress of being drawn or bent. Bad design or poor craftsmanship will cause one or both of the limbs to work improperly or even break under stress.
If nothing else, a primitive Lakota bow is the epitome of simplicity. When strung—that is, when the string is attached to both tips—it resembles a narrow capital D. It is widest in the middle, the point where the archer holds it. The length from below this handle to the tip is the bottom limb, or wing. Above the handle is the top limb. In order for the bow to function smoothly time after time, both limbs have to bend uniformly. In other words, the stress has to be equal on both limbs.
The thinnest sliver of a new moon also is widest in the middle and gradually tapers to both ends. As my grandfather said, some archer in the distant past realized that he (or she) was looking at a design wherein the limbs of a bow would flex, or bend, evenly. Therefore, practically, as well as spiritually, the moon did give us the bow.
Lakota ashwood bow with sinew string
Sooner or later, I asked the next obvious question: if the bow came from the moon, where did the arrow come from?
From the sun,
was my grandfather’s reply.
I already knew that the sun was considered a man, so I deduced—correctly, as it turned out—that the arrow must be male. One late afternoon, when the sun’s rays were shafts of light descending through a broken bank of clouds, my grandfather pointed to them. Those were the arrows of the sun. While the bow was a graceful curve, the arrow was absolutely as straight as straight could be.
Neither the moon nor the sun told us what sort of material the bow and arrow were to be made of. However, given that my Lakota ancestors harvested from the natural environment everything they used, wore, lived in, and ate, they knew the characteristics of every kind of raw material. Hardwoods were used for bows because they were more flexible than softwoods, and both soft-and hardwood stalks were used for arrows.
In pre-reservation days, bows and arrows were absolute necessities for the Lakota hunter/warrior. He used that weapon set to procure the resources needed for food, shelter, and clothing, as well as to defend family, home, and community against enemies. Around the age of twelve, every boy began to learn to craft them. It was a skill refined and polished year after year. There were usually a few who were much more skilled than others. Nevertheless, every man in the village was a bow maker and arrow smith.
During the first years on the reservations, bows and arrows were still being made and used for hunting. Some were made to sell to whites, and several white collectors had been able to acquire some prior to the reservation era. There were still many men of my grandparents’ generation, like my grandfather, who had the knowledge and skills to make bows and arrows. My father had a basic knowledge, but as far as I know, he never made or used them. Technically speaking, the Lakota primitive bow and arrow have not been lost to history, but they have only barely survived.
Lakota arrow with turkey feathers and iron point
Various cultures look at the bow and arrow as more than weapons, as more than the physical objects they are. That was certainly true among my ancestors. Lakota archers, who individually crafted their own bows and arrows, looked at the before and after. They saw the bow and the arrow as a process. And in that process they found the connections to, and associations with, life. Over time, there emerged protocols and philosophies regarding the crafting and use of bows and arrows.
For example, when an oak, ash, or chokecherry tree was cut to make a bow, the bottom end of the tree was always marked. Therefore, the archer knew which end of the finished bow would be the bottom and which would be the top.
A single string notch was carved into the top tip, and two notches were carved into the bottom tip, one on each side. A bow was kept unstrung, the string detached from the top limb notch, until there was a reason to use it. Then the archer would string the bow and, for a moment, perhaps a heartbeat, touch the bottom of his bow to the earth. There was a simple but profound reason for that ritual. For that heartbeat in time, the bow was realigned with the earth to connect it to the life-giving force it had known when it was a living tree.
There were similar rituals for the arrow. Like the bow wood, a stalk selected to be an arrow was marked at the bottom or root end when cut. That end, the thickest part of the shaft, was the nock end, the end that was notched (usually in a vee) so that the finished arrow could be placed on the string. When an archer was about to shoot his first arrow, he placed, or nocked, the arrow on the string. Then he lifted his bow to point the arrow vertically, in order to acknowledge the arrow’s configuration when it was a living stalk. If the archer was on foot, as opposed to mounted on a horse, he touched the nock end of the arrow to the ground before he placed it on the string.
The reason for both the bow and arrow rituals was simple: the archer, who was also the craftsman, demonstrated respect for the objects, which were once living things, by briefly reconnecting or realigning them with the life force of Grandmother Earth.
Because of simple yet profound philosophies such as these, the basis for this book is the primitive version of the Lakota bow and arrow, used by my ancestors for hundreds of years before the Lakota people were forced to live on reservations. There were two basic kinds of bows and arrows: those used for hunting and those used for warfare. There were also the versions used before my ancestors acquired the horse, and those adapted or redesigned after the horse came. Whatever their historical origin, Lakota primitive bows and arrows were and are reflections of life, of the process that occurs from birth to death.
When, as a boy, I watched my grandfather shoot his bow, and when he made a bow and arrows for me and put them in my hand, little did I know my association with them would be lifelong. Over the years, I have owned and used many bows. But the strongest sense of connection I feel is with the bows and arrows I make, because they reach across time. My skill and the hours of labor I spend making those bows and arrows put me in the company of all the Lakota craftsmen and archers before me who did the same. It is a circle, starting with them and ending with me. The knowledge and ability to make a bow and an arrow came from them. And, like my ancestors, I have learned lessons from those simple objects.
The lessons were not simple, but were many and profound. I suspect there are more yet to come. A few have had a lasting impact on me, as they have to do with issues that all of us encounter at some point in our lives, frequently more than once. For this book, I have selected five lessons:
Transformation
Simplicity
Purpose
Strength
Resiliency
These five are not all there is to life, but they are the lessons from the bow and arrow that are most consistent for me. Of the five, one is a process, and the others are characteristics. All can be related directly to the art of making primitive bows and arrows, and to most things in life.
1
Transformation
A Bag of Stones
Long ago, before the coming of horses, the people were strong and prosperous. Their villages were many across the wide prairie lands west of the Muddy River. Their strength came from a well-ordered society with rules of conduct for both men and women. Men were the hunters and warriors, the providers and protectors. Women were the center of the family, the first teachers of the children. Children were taught early that everything and everyone had a place and a purpose. Elders were revered as the source of knowledge and wisdom. Everyone treated elders with courtesy and respect.
However, in one village, which pitched its lodges along the Bad River, there was one boy who did not heed all the lessons he had learned. His name was White Wing. He was a tall, good-looking boy on the verge of young manhood, the only child of Bear Eyes and Walks Far Woman. Like all Lakota parents, they had doted on the boy, teaching him to be a good and compassionate person. But perhaps because he was taller and stronger than other boys his age, he was somewhat vain. Things that other boys struggled to learn and master had come easily to White Wing. More and more, he would walk through the village, his head held high, knowing that he was the center of attention.
White Wing’s growing arrogance was cause for concern because his father was the leader of the warriors and head of the Red Hand Warrior’s Society of men who had been wounded in battle. Bear Eyes was a fair and humble man, and most people were puzzled that any son of his could tend toward vanity and arrogance. People talked about White Wing in whispers behind their hands, wondering what Bear Eyes would do about his son.
Bear Eyes and Walks Far Woman had already decided what to do about their son. One fine morning, the leader of warriors paid a visit to an old man, a widower and the village’s only medicine man. Grasshopper was the old man’s name. Stories circulated in many villages about the mysterious, mostly blind medicine man. Much of it was gossip, but everyone knew that no one was wiser, shrewder, or trickier than old Grasshopper.
A few days after the leader’s visit, Bear Eyes took his son to the lodge of the old medicine man. He told White Wing that Grasshopper had need of his help. Near a shallow, chalky stream to the south were special river stones that the old medicine man wanted to gather so that he could use them in a sweat lodge ceremony. As everyone knew, stones were heated in a large fire pit and placed into the center pit of the half-dome sweat lodge. Then a medicine man poured water to create steam for purification for the participants. White Wing had taken part in many sweats.
White Wing knew that Grasshopper’s request was the same as being told what to do. He did not want to anger his father by refusing, so he agreed to help the old man gather the stones and bring them back to the village.
As the following dawn broke over the eastern horizon, Grasshopper and White Wing were on their way. Grasshopper had no weapons; he used only a walking stick and carried an elk hide, a water flask, a bag full of things the boy could not see, and a rolled-up bag made of tanned elk skin for carrying the stones. White Wing had his own water flask, a food bag, a bow and a quiver of arrows, a lance, and a deer-hide blanket.
They traveled slowly, owing to the old man’s age and bad eyesight. The boy stifled his impatience. The first evening, he gathered wood, built a fire, and shared his wasna—a mixture of dried bison meat and pounded chokecherries mixed with tallow, an oil rendered from fat—with his companion.
It would be good to have fresh meat,
the old man said, as the sun was going down and the fire dying out. Perhaps my grandson can shoot a fat grouse or two for us tomorrow. Just before sunrise is the best time to hunt for them.
Dutifully, though somewhat irritated, White Wing arose before dawn and went to a nearby plateau. There he waited until the male prairie grouse began dancing, stomping the ground, and drumming their wings. The boy crawled through the grass until he was close enough for a shot, and he successfully took two birds.
Grasshopper noisily enjoyed the meal of roast grouse, abruptly gathered his things, and struck out on the trail. For a mostly blind old man, he seemed to know where he was going. White Wing hurriedly put out the fire, gathered his own things, and followed the old man.
After three more days of walking, they descended into a broad valley and made camp near the confluence of two rivers. One river was the shallow, chalky stream. Grasshopper indicated that the stones he needed could be found upriver, west of where the rivers met.
I will wait here,
he told the boy. Tomorrow you will gather the stones. I need four, round like the moon, and each must be bigger than the one before it. Put them in this.
He tossed the elk-hide bag to White Wing.
There is still daylight,
the boy protested. I will go and get those stones now.
No,
the old man replied. I am hungry for fish. There are large blackfish with the long whiskers in that river. Spear a big one for us.
Not bothering to hide his irritation with the old man, the boy stomped away with his lance. Just before sundown, he returned with a large, whiskered blackfish (catfish). With grumbles of protest, he butchered the fish, skewered it on green stalks, and hung it over the fire. The old man seemed not to pay any attention to the boy’s discomfort. Instead, he sat with his eyes closed, singing a song to the