| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Old Indian Legends by Zitkala-Sa: more, he started away. Looking backward, a few paces from the
young woman, he waved his hand, upward and downward, before her
face. This was a sign of gratitude used when words failed to
interpret strong emotion.
When the bewildered woman reached her dwelling, she mounted a
pony and rode swiftly across the rolling land. To the camp ground
in the east, to the chieftain troubled by the red eagle, she
carried her story.
SHOOTING OF THE RED EAGLE
SHOOTING OF THE RED EAGLE
A MAN in buckskins sat upon the top of a little hillock. The
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Malbone: An Oldport Romance by Thomas Wentworth Higginson: sunshine made them look toward the west. Above the dim roofs
of Castle Hill mansion-house, the sinking sun showed luridly
through two rifts of cloud, and then the swift motion of the
nearer vapor veiled both sun and cloud, and banished them into
almost equal remoteness.
Leaving the beach on their right, and passing the high rocks of
the Pirate's Cave, they presently descended to the water's edge
once more. The cliffs rose to a distorted height in the
dimness; sprays of withered grass nodded along the edge, like
Ossian's spectres. Light seemed to be vanishing from the
universe, leaving them alone with the sea. And when a solitary
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett: answered Mrs. Todd hastily with pleasing unconsciousness; then I
saw the quick color flash into her cheek, and presently she made
some excuse to turn and steal an anxious look at her mother. Mrs.
Blackett was smiling and thinking about her happy day, though she
began to look a little tired. Neither of my companions was
troubled by her burden of years. I hoped in my heart that I might
be like them as I lived on into age, and then smiled to think that
I too was no longer very young. So we always keep the same hearts,
though our outer framework fails and shows the touch of time.
"'Twas pretty when they sang the hymn, wasn't it?" asked Mrs.
Blackett at suppertime, with real enthusiasm. "There was such a
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