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As a member of the Abenaki tribe he could have easily claimed the same area as Barclay.
But he never seemed to see eye to eye with Barclay so Wanakeena avoided Tahawus and selected another area.
Some people have encountered the soul of Wanakeena but others can only see a rendering of him. What I am trying to say is that my mind can see the soul of my Native-American friend many times. In fact it has. But now other people can see my friend’s picture by simply opening a book; “The Book of Wallace” aka “Wallace’s Guide to the Adirondacks.”
In these times it is getting difficult to determine what is real and what only exists in the mind.
One day I saw the hazy figure of a soul walking southward along a deer trail. I am not sure if he saw me or was just ignoring me. I could not imagine how he could ignore me as there were not many people to run across in these woods.
He reached the small stream beneath the hemlock, knelt down and took a long cold drink. It was a humid day and his back was covered with hemlock needles that were stuck to the sweat.
As he stood up I greeted him from across the river. He did not speak for some time. He just stared at me.
He finally told me he had been a member of the Abenaki people; when he was alive. We enjoyed each other’s company for some time and he then went on his way.
I always expected to see the soul of Wanakeena along that stream again but I never did. However, I have recalled his image many times.
Others claim to see him from time to time. Wanakeena never appears out in the open. He prefers to walk beneath the shadows of the great hemlocks; those that grow on the large rivers of the Adirondacks.
Others just open Wallace’s book to find him.
It is getting difficult to determine what is real and what only exists in the mind.
What a gentle, wilderness encounter. And a privilege to have spent time and enjoyable conversation with this special soul. (I believe “”what exists only in the mind” can still be real) The post implies that Wanakeena was also enjoying the time spent together as he did not flee.Yep, I like this soul also!
Waldo "Wally" Tomosky said:
Yes, Wanakeena has been with me since I first saw him in Wallace’s book; close to ten years ago. Like others, he inspires my imagination and neither of us had any desire to flee. “Excites” may be a better choice of words than “inspires.”