Anyone like county fairs? Carnivals? Amusement parks? I think most of us looked forward to all of these events when we were children, and maybe even as adults. I shudder when I think about some of the ritualistic festivities that the plains Indians, especially, the Sioux, excitedly anticipated...events such as The Sun Dance. Believe it or not, this twelve-day event ended in a ritual ceremony to celebrate the Great Spirt or Wakan Tanka as their God was called.
Imagine girding yourself for a ride on a roller coaster or being brave enough to try something even scarier. At Disneyland, even It's a Small World scares me, but then I'm a wimp. I've already been stuck in a dark 'fun-house' when our watercraft bumped against the wall and stayed there. Turned out, it wasn't quite so fun, but then I digress.
Moving back to the topic at hand...picture yourself as a Sioux warrior, eager to show your bravery and endurance through a ritual of self-mutilation and torture. Quite a contrast isn't it? The Summer Sun Dance was a yearly get-together enjoyed by most of the plains Indians, the Sioux included. For twelve days devoted to the Sun Dance tribes gathered at an appointed area and communed with the Great Spirit and one another. Although the gala wasn't a given, it was rare for a Sun Dance to be missed.
For the first eight days, Women socialized, children played, courtships began, and the men sat and swapped stories while Shamans of the tribes picked assistants for the last sacred four days of the ritual.
On the first of the four final days, a brave from the masses located a forked-top cottonwood tree of proper dimensions. This tree served as the centerpiece of the ceremony around which volunteers would spend the last day dancing.
On the second of the last four days, appointed women went in search of the selected tree, but for three times pretended not to find it. Of course, since everything sacred was performed in "fours", their last try was a success.
The third of the last four days was spent painting the tree in four different colors...one for each of the four sacred directions. With a buffalo cutout atop the "pole", it was raised and the men performed a war dance while shooting arrows at the mock buffalo.
The fourth and final day began at dawn with the Shamans preparing the dancers for their parts in the dance. Some had volunteered to merely dance around the pole as long as they could, while others were tethered to the pole by having skewers implanted through flaps in their chest skin and danced through the pain which they believed enhanced their communion with their Great Spirit. The dancing continued until the last of those attached to the tree broke free.
All of these festivities were performed inside a special lodge where an audience gathered and witnessed the dance. The resounding of eagle-bone whistles filled the air, as the dances blew throughout their dancing ordeal.
Why a cottonwood you ask? To the Sioux, the leaf resembled a tepee, and the buffalo provided almost everything the tribal Indians needed to survive. There were many other rituals that took place during the Sun Dance, including a Buffalo Dance and the piercing of the ears of the children. The ear piercing was considered an initiation to the faith of the Sioux customs. Oh, what a boring life we lead in comparison, but as for me...I love to dance, but I'd skip right over the skewing part. If I get scared on "It's a Small World," you can bet I'd never survive the first tinge of pain. *smile*
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Since Destiny's Bride is on Amazon now, I'd like to share an excerpt, dealing with the Sun Dance:
EXCERPT:
With the changing of the seasons came time
to move back to the plains. Cecile
gathered their belongings to secure to a contraption Singing Sparrow and other
women would help her build. They
called it a travois and from the description, sounded like a buckboard without
the wheels and seat. She couldn’t fathom making anything, let alone this
travois thing, but her mother-in-law assured her it wasn’t as difficult as it
sounded. Once the tepee was
disassembled, the long support poles would provide the structure. Even taking apart their lodge posed an
overwhelming task. Try as she might, Cecile couldn’t understand the need to
move from this place she loved.
“Lone Eagle, I don’t understand why we have
to leave here. This is our home. The mountains give us safety that wide open
land doesn’t provide.”
“Green Eyes, I know you have come to feel
secure and happy in this place, but we must go where the herds of buffalo
graze. The fruit, grains, fish and
other food we need are there, as well.”
“Why? You’ve done well on your hunts here.
Deer are plentiful.”
“Yes, our hunting has been good, but there
is more to our survival than food. The buffalo provides far more than meat.
Nothing is wasted when a kill is made. What we don’t eat, we use for coverings
for the lodges, blankets, robes, cooking utensils, sinew for our bows… too many
things to count.”
“I had no idea. How many will you slay to
make all of those things?”
“The Sioux respect every living thing and
never take an animal’s life needlessly. We will kill only what we need to
survive.”
“When does the buffalo hunt take place?”
“When we are settled on the plains, many
tribes will join us in celebration of the Sun Dance. Afterwards, we will hunt
together.”
Cecile’s thoughts were suddenly filled with
the remembrance of Rain Woman’s description of a buffalo hunt. Daring braves
dart in and out of the charging herd, forcing the buffalo into a circle. Other
braves wait to shoot until the animals are close enough. Once they’ve slain a
sufficient amount, the women are expected to help butcher.
When Rain Woman first told the story,
Cecile couldn’t imagine handling the entrails of a dead animal. So far she
managed to escape butchering anything, but she supposed the deer hides she’d
been scraping were good preparation for what was to come.
“What is the Sun Dance?” There was still so
much she didn’t know.
“During the twelve-day celebration, tribes
gather to honor the Great Spirit. We dance to thank him for his many blessings.
Many braves will participate. Their bodies will be painted in symbols and
colors, and they will go without food and water. Those like me who have already participated in
communing with Wakan Tanka will only fast and dance, while others will have
their chests pierced with skewers and hang from the sacred Sun Dance pole until
their skin breaks free. It is
during this time those men will receive direction from the Great Spirit.
Lone Eagle bore the scars on his body to
prove his day of the dance, and by the way his chest puffed with pride while
describing the festivities, he'd been a worthy participant. She couldn’t
imagine what would drive someone to go through such a test, and her body
shivered at the thought of hanging from a pole by her skin. “Isn’t there more
to the Sun Dance than that?”
“Of course,” Lone Eagle continued. “The
ceremony is an opportunity to visit with those from the other tribes who we see
only once a year. Just think of the new friends you will make. The Sun Dance is
a festive time enjoyed and revered by the entire tribe.”
Thinking ahead to summer proved difficult. Cecile’s mind
meandered back to the move and the changes coming in her life. She worried
about being responsible for reconstructing their lodge in their new camp, but
then reasoned that with help anything was possible. She counted all the things
she’d already learned. Laundry was among them, and she had even more to do now
because of the baby.
“Before we leave, I will wash our clothing
one more time.”
“While you tend to that, I will go check
with my father to see when we are going to leave.” Lone Eagle left before she had a chance to inquire about him
watching the baby.
My thanks to
Books We Love for giving this story another chance in an improved format.
Aside from the excerpt, all Information for the article provided by America's Fascinating Indian Heritage published by Reader's Digest.
