The Star Fishers, by Jeanie Tomanek |
Our nets are made not of plant fiber, twisted into cordage, no, but of the sinew of creatures who live in the far north, among the whitest snow, and near the pole. Snowshoe hares, caribou, lynx—these are the proper sorts of animals. Their bodies are shaped by cold, and must be tough to survive, and so their sinews are just the thing, tempered by cold and the endurance of glaciers. They are our neighbors, our big family in the cold. For how do you imagine we get up and down to do our fishing, except by the pole itself, and the colored aurora too, when it lays down its silk, and hoists us up?
Our country, the country of the Star Fishers, is the pole. We keep it nice and straight, all polished, pointing north and hitched securely to Polaris, who we would never fish and eat, no indeed--and upset the great order of the world? Not yet, anyhow. It is not yet time to unravel the very stars.
thanks so much Sylvia, What an honor to have a lovely story written that was inspired by my painting. Wonderful writing.
ReplyDeleteJeanie, your artwork is stunning, moving, and so magical, and I am honored you found this little tale!! Thank you so much for visiting. All of your work touches me deeply. xx
DeleteThank YOU, Sylvia, these days I particularly need an affirmation coming from someone as inspiring as you.
ReplyDeleteTwo inspiring artists calling each other inspiring. Love it! Thank you for sharing your beautiful words and pictures both of you.
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