Last night, about six in the evening my son, Ryan arrived. Richard, my wonderful husband was already finished with supper and I was gathering the rest of the items. The tipi was going to go up now, ready or not.
I have always felt that many hands make the job easier for all. Last night I realized that might not be true. It was just the three of us and I wasn't as much as a participant as I would have liked. I'd been to the dentist and had a tooth pulled. Ouch! Not suppose to lift or be doing anything that required much effort. So I got to give instructions. Now most of you know how well that works sometimes and the reverse can be said of men telling women. It is a fair statement and I share this information with a smile, sometimes it goes well, other times it is like talking a different language.
Maybe they took a little pity because I wasn't 100% and in no mood to debate how we did it the first year or even last year. When you only do something once a year, it is difficult to remember the details and even if that detail worked. With well written instruction and drawings in hand, I proceeded to tell them exactly what the instructions said. The tipi went up perfectly!
Due to the wear on the tipi canvas we were all a little worried about the finished step, anchoring the canvas. It looks like the canvas will see another season. I have a few repairs to make, but for the most part, she is up and beautiful. Today I will go out and have my own ceremony inside this tipi lodge. Listen for some drum and flute filling the air with gratiude and blessings.