ONE LAST STORY:
In the Shadow of a Rainbow
My youngest daughter Sara was attending school in Montana. Returning home from a winter visit with her, I came upon a lone buffalo trudging down the middle of an empty highway in a nasty, gusting snowstorm. I drove up beside him, matched my speed with his, and rolled down my window. Yes, I know, not a wise thing to do, but somehow it just felt right.
Together for a half a mile, I chatted with him, thanking him for letting me join him, and letting him know how much this moment meant to me. Occasional, he would look over at me with his big expressive eyes.
When he turned off, I halted my car. When he reached the top of a small hill, he turned and looked at me for a long moment, as though saying you’re welcome and goodbye.
When something as magical as this happens, Native Americans say we have walked together in the shadow of a rainbow. That’s how I felt!
Together for a half a mile, I chatted with him, thanking him for letting me join him, and letting him know how much this moment meant to me. Occasional, he would look over at me with his big expressive eyes.
When he turned off, I halted my car. When he reached the top of a small hill, he turned and looked at me for a long moment, as though saying you’re welcome and goodbye.
When something as magical as this happens, Native Americans say we have walked together in the shadow of a rainbow. That’s how I felt!