Fire Circle
“We have so little to offer Nature, “ she said as her long, graying pony tail fell across her shoulder. She leaned forward and threw corn and pinion scraps onto the fire. The seeds sizzled and the pinion aroma dispersed, smoke flowing toward us. Her voice modulated only slightly and the rhythm of her speech was consistent, this native of the NorthWest.
She faced the four directions and asked the spirit world for guidance to help us know what we were “here to create”. She repeated it, in that fashion, numerous times. The gourd rattled and she occasionally spit an aromatic mixture (or possibly, Tequilla) into the fire. She added wood as she moved and taught us about this ritual.
All the while the big, white moon hung over the desert, as if it had been ordered up for our enjoyment. We sat in the circle, our focus caught between the moon and the fire. We inhaled the warmth and unforgettable aromas as her voice instructed us: “We have so little to offer Nature ……., so Walk in the Joy of Being Human.”
from Fire Circle, Utah, 3/18/11:
Photo: www.google.com: Pinion Cone
