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Stories told ‘round the fire
“Original Peoples the world over sat before warm fires and shared stories of the hunt, stories of the Ancestors, stories of birth and death, land and sea, faraway places, and visions seen. Wisdom and information were passed from generation to generation, an oral tradition that created living history. Modern humans might not sit around a fire like their early ancestors once did, yet, it’s still vital that we share our life experiences, feelings, and insights. Sharing stories remains one of the deepest ways we can connect with our fellow humans. Through our stories we live on.”
Are We Intelligent Enough……To See?
The four ravens stood still and silent on the cedar-post fence, like carved ebony statues…just staring at me, watching. Suddenly, one of these beautiful statues sprang to life, responding to my invitation to connect…
Dancing with Danger…or maybe not
They seemed almost suspended there, all facing me. It was an eerie feeling, as if aliens had flown in and were scanning me to collect data, to better understand who and what I was.
Way of the Deer
Even as I lay immobile in my bed, my soul wandered with the deer. Single file, we climbed steep, rocky slopes, and slowly descended into deep, sandy ravines. They roamed through my mind and soul just as they roamed the mountain through all forces of nature.
Encounter: Coyotes
As the coyotes drew closer to me, they started a shrill, high-pitched yipping. Although they didn’t growl or make huffing sounds, the warning was not to be ignored.
A True Story of Brave Deer
As I moved closer, I clearly saw the dark marks on her shoulders. They were huge raking scars. The absence of fur and the healed pink patches told the epic story of her great trauma and courageous survival. It appeared that she’d been attacked by a mountain lion (or possibly a bobcat), both are immensely large cats, silent, swift and powerful…hungry like all Life. Yes, the elusive cats, the timid deer and me…we all lived together on the mountain.
The Day I Flew
They dropped closer and closer as I talked with them. Two of them flew so low I felt the whoosh of huge black wings on my face. Although they circled lower and closer, I stood completely calm.