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Lightning happens when ice and water particles bump around inside thunder clouds. As they bump into each other, they create electrical charge. When the charge connects with the electrical charges from the ground, the lightning strikes.
Maria: What happens to me is a phenomenon I have learned to dance with, as I interact with thunder and lighting. Simply put, I was struck by lightning in 2004 on Baker Butte in Arizona during a womyn's moon quest. Our continuing relationship has carried me through unbelievable physical pain and emotional turmoil, often challenging the very nature of life itself.
Now-a-days when a storm approaches, my temperature drops. Snipets of thoughts, overlapping visions and momentary aimlessness forms and time implodes as a quickening.
This article appeared in The Beltane Papers Winter 2003-4
exactly 9 months before Maria was struck by lighting
I have been told I was too little, that I would get hurt, and it was foretold that I’d die young anyway. I was told my ideals of the world were antiquated for this time. I took these words in, then decided – quite consciously – that I could do anything as long as I lived true to who I am. I have learned to dance with fear and ask for help when my limitations appear, and I have found… I am enough. When I have low energy, I am to replenish, and I am all I need to be. Determination motivates us to live life fully.
Flight of fantasy reveals a higher purpose. Clues to this purpose and how to fulfill it, lie hidden with a simple daydream.
Ways of balance and stability are manifesting. Humanity grows, expands and becomes more powerful.
Shaman's Drum, Fall 1992
The trail into Havasupai Canyon twists and turns with rocks rising up like towering walls. Near the village of Supai, the place that the Havasu'uw Baa'ja call home, cottonwoods appear, to cool the trail. Up the walls a play of gold and copper caused by the bright sunlight unfolds, stopping at the band of azure blue sky at the top.
Past the village, at the base of the canyon, trees lift their arms towards Heaven in silent, never-ending supplication. Havasupai Falls empties into a mirror-like pool that is surrounded by wildflowers and crystal beds. The air is clean, fragrant with the scent of grass and earth and sweet-smelling trees. Here nature and tourists who come to camp communicate.
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