From the Mouths of the First Mothers
Many lifetimes ago when the earth was a young mother, she created rabbits, and rabbits - with their swiftness and wisdom - ruled the meadows and the dales. But with life came death, with light came the darkness, and predators were born from the earth’s shadows. Birds of prey hunted the rabbits from above while legless snakes slithered with venom in their fangs. The rabbits, in their wisdom, joined together as one to find safety in numbers. Together, rabbits dug, foraged, ate, and mated. Life was cyclical, as it should be.
In one warren, there was a doe named Marigold, with a coat that gleamed like sunshine. Marigold thanked the earth when she found sweet fruits and good sprouts and in return the earth spoke to her. She whispered to Marigold through blades of grass, giving her all the secrets of the plants. Marigold used these secrets to help her warren. She crushed herbs to ease pain, powdered roots to drive away predators with pungent smells and the promise of a terrible curse, she cured poison with the sweet extract of berries. Marigold was loved by many in her warren.
One day, the chief rabbit - a black buck named Bitterroot - was bitten by a rattler. His brothers dragged him to Marigold and begged her to save him. But Bitterroot was cruel to the earth. He dug burrows through tree roots and tore up the best flowers without waiting for them to seed. The earth was displeased with him, and Marigold knew this. She knew, because of this, no remedy she made would cure him. Bitterroot died of his injuries and his brothers scorned Marigold for her failure.
Marigold was driven from the warren by hatred, but she was not alone. She’d spent much of her time teaching other rabbits of the warren how to fix poultices and listen to the earth. Many came with her when she was exiled. They traveled for many suns, searching for a new home far from Bitterroot’s brothers.
The cold set in as winter came. Food became scarce and the ground too hard to dig burrows in. Several rabbits perished in the journey. All bucks. Marigold realized the earth did not
want bucks to join Marigold’s new home. She thanked the earth for her wisdom and covered the bodies of the deceased in the remnants of dead autumn leaves as an offering.
When spring broke, Marigold and the does that followed her smelled sweet blossoms in the air. Their noses led them to a thick grove of apple trees, where the earth was soft and the water sweet.
“This is our home,” Marigold declared.
And so it was.