We want to try something new this time out. I want you to look at the map, light your candle in your bowl after you have your grid set up. I want you to put on some music that reminds you of one of two states of a buffalo being a buffalo…
Spiral Dancing with Maria Yraceburu, EarthWisdom Teacher of The Apache Snake Clan
By Kym Sawtelle June 13, 2019
I was a seeker of spirit before I knew what either those words meant. At the age of four I would drag the step stool to the counter, glob peanut butter onto bread, run out the back door, dodge the rooster that was always waiting to steal my sandwich and call out to my best friend, Rusty. He was an Irish Setter who protected me from the coyotes. We found the openings in the fence that, along with threats from my Grandmother, tried to keep us in. Without any man-made map or electronic Google we found the creek. We knew where it was. We shared the peanut butter sandwich and the juicy red huckleberries Mother Earth generously offered. We drank the cool mountain water of the creek. I created a magic wand fashioned from an evergreen tree branch. I stood on the tree stump waving my wand while I spoke words of magic calling forth my dreams and desires. We explored, we discovered, we spoke to the creatures of the forest, and we swam in the clear, clean water. We laid on our mother’s soft body while being warmed by Grandfather Sun’s warm blanket of light. I sang to the sky. I called out to the clouds. We napped. We dreamed. I learned the language of creation, of Mother Earth. I learned to listen to the voice of the trees, mountains and creek. Only the threat of a banishment forced me to go back to the house by sundown. I did not know then that I was acting in the ways of my ancestors, the Celtic Druids.
Once I asked an adult what was in a tree. “Wood,” they said. No, what’s inside the wood!” I was furious by their ignorance. They looked at me like I was the ignorant one. “Wood! Go out and play!” I did gladly, but I knew the humans around me couldn’t help me understand that Mother Earth’s spirit was in all life so I stopped asking. My mother married a man who was a man of the church. He was arrogant and cruel and soon I no longer heard her voice or any voice in creation