update: I thought i had repaired that little tear i wrote about a few posts ago - when laughing wolf accidentally fell and was wounded.... and out of the blue one day, i discovered the tear had split even more... it had grown sooo long that dear laughing wolf now requires a complete re-skinning... she will never ever sound or look the same again...... a major 'death' of sorts... stuff is definitely shifting... Ouch!... it all feels pretty strange that she is no longer 'playable' or sounding her beautiful resonant voice... soon, i will be removing her beautiful torn goat hide and have called + prayed for a new voice-hide to come so i can re-birth her... A wonderful thing has happened during all this... spirit guided me to finally find and re-connect with John, the dear man who originally birthed laughing wolf - it was wonderful to re-connect with him again and he has taught me much about this sacred drum... thank you John with so much gratitude and appreciation... i am so very glad we are back in touch... he is freely sharing his knowledge with me to re-birth laughing wolf myself this time... I know deep in my heart that i am grieving and at the same time, very aware that i am in a deep place of transition of 'what's next?' = a new pacha... the tear actually originated from the place of the east - the place of my 'becoming' and new birth... I also find it quite interesting that i am care-taking yet another sacred drum without her hide and no physical voice... (the other is windwalker)... Recently, i was guided to ask a question of an elder grandmother... "Is there a message from our blessed earth mother's 'deep heart'?... Without hesitation, a deep teaching came through dear grandmother... "The deep heart of the mother needs healing........." "...What does mother's deep heart need?... "...allow your self to experience the frequency of that call........... [pause]... ...allow your self to know...if you hold your hands in Gaia mudra - with the thumb and the tip of the index finger together and the other fingers stretched out straight.........." "...Your body is the deep heart of the mother... the mind and every cell of your body, in every nucleus of every cell is a resonant frequency that absorbs the messages from the deep heart of mother earth..." "...You are the deep heart... when you go into the forest... you are the deep heart when you ride your horse over a pasture... you are the deep heart of the mother when you're swimming in an ocean - not a chlorinated pool..." "...You are the deep heart because you're 70-80% liquid... When you're in a powerful natural setting, you are receptive to the 'signature' and 'pulses' of 14 billion years of earth...and, that's the message from the deep heart...and my advocacy for you is to join us in a journey to the deep heart of the mother..." "...She is we and we are she now........." Thank you grandmother for this deep teaching... with so much gratitude... Perhaps having the responsibility of two very special sacred drums in my care at the moment, is teaching me a 'whole' new way of 'listening'... a way of 'wholeness'... 'be-ingness' and 'open-ness'... perhaps my dear drum - these two dear sacred drums are 'drumming me' for now... ...and that's okay - for now... I continue to await for 'what's next' knowing deep within my own 'knower and the known' that, all that matters is the present moment of right now... Bright blessings to you all with deep love and hoards of light - i look forward to being in sacred circle with you soon.... weaver x (((o))) PS... another update... what's interesting is that my teacher's drum broke almost the same way two weeks prior to my drum breaking... of which i can't help knowing that perhaps this relationship of 'teacher/student' has come to a much-needed close... "The wound is the place where the light enters you..." -Rumi there are no accidents! x (((o)))
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Talk about timing... it happened right out of the blue, just a couple days before our winter solstice sacred drum circle + ceremony this last December... laughing wolf, the 27-inch sacred 'big' wind drum that i humbly caretake and carry suddenly fell down - and she fell down hard... At first i thought she was okay however, with a closer look, her beautiful goat hide had been torn from the impact of the fall in the lower southeast... OMG, yikes!...my heart sank. I closed my eyes and was immediately catapulted to the center of my heart... all i could do was take one grrreat big deep breath and prayed.... Initially i wanted to cry right out loud... I believe a year or more earlier i certainly would have... In that moment of stark-reality as i hugged onto to my dear wounded drum... what i felt was a strange deep calm of sorts... Breathing certainly helped in a huge way... I also knew that this happening that happened to my sacred drum - an instrument sooo dear and close to me was probably some kind of 'shift'... perhaps a new pacha (time) has come right 'now'... Oh, how the sacred drum can place us in the present 'now' moment - even when i wasn't even playing her! This happened to one of my other drums about 11 years ago that also marked a new pacha shift for me... So, what is this present 'wounding' informing? What is the 'healed state' my dear drum showing me now?... I re-membered the beautiful quote by Rumi... "The wound is the place where the light enters you." Well... the light was definitely shining through me and that torn and ripped hide! And she had lost her voice - sounding like a buzzing, flapping piece of paper... oh my and wow............. A few days later, a friend pointed out that the tear held an interesting shape... she shared with me that she saw a snake's head with a forked tongue (see photo above)... How fitting to see sachamama/amaru the serpent of light now sitting so prevalent in the southeast of my drum facing east... This archetype traditionally sits in the medicine wheel in the south-place of the "physical"... Also, in the east, the 'eagle-place', the place of our "becoming"... new beginnings and vision... I know from this past year i have been dealing with some health issues a number of times - i am very aware i must attend to another layer of physical healing to embrace the "light" of who i truly am - without fear... my dear sacred drum has yet again revealed a 'healed state' for me on so many levels... and, i give thanks for this... I managed to repair the tear in time for the ceremony and it seems to have healed her for the time being - if i can call it that... I was thrilled she sounded again - tho, not quite the same as before... there is a new sound now within her sound it seems... perhaps there is a whole new "light-frequency" that has been birthed on some level...? Our winter solstice ceremony was beautiful as we welcomed the new light coming... I can still see the light shine through her new "open" amaru-serpent shape on her hide when i play her - reminding of the deep healing i have been given layer by layer as i continue my journey of the 'wounded healer'... As i still 'grieve' what happened and move through this recent 'wounding'... i remain "open" to what is next... One thing i know and have learned yet again is that "things never stay the same" that's for sure! I welcome this new year and new pacha time with excitement of what's next... Bright blessings to you all dear friends... with love and light, weaver x (((o))) Every once in a while i recall a past incident or better yet - a very interesting experience... and i still can't help but wonder about this one... In fact... i just can't quite figure it out - definitly one of those "shake your head" things......a divine moment perhaps?... One afternoon, i had been visiting a good friend for lunch and after, as i was just driving home... me and my little car were merrily motoring along on busy 12th street in the right lane nearing the intersection of Clark Drive... on 12th there are 4 lanes of endless traffic that go along at quite a clip... 2 lanes going west and 2 lanes going east... it's one of those Vancouver streets that never stops it seems... As i'm driving heading east something happens to catch my attention to the left side out of the corner of my eye (on the other opposite of the road!)... right at the edge of the sidewalk is a tiny, little tabby kitten that is about to step down off the curb and onto the road... and ultimately into the heavy traffic... yikes! I'll never forget that graphic-scene... the kitten was sooo small and about the same height as the curb... which meant if it did continue that step down, it was sure to take a tumble head-over-paws right into the traffic! It was inevitable - a sure-thing.... Now... really?... What was he or she thinking...? And to this day i still can't believe that i happened to catch this "incident' as i was roaring by (at about 35 km)... How was it that in that split-second-moment i happened to see this as i was going by so fast... it was kind of weird... it was almost as if time slowed down a tad - just for me to witness this... it was quite terrifying yet so graphically real... And so as my brain computes the doomed outcome... feeling so helpless 'cause i'm driving, i screamed right out loud to the universe and to the little kitty now behind me, "Noooooooooo!!! STOP!!!! Right NOW!!!" After my outburst i was now near the intersection of Clark Street... feeling much dread with terrible thought... OMG! I recklessly switched into the left lane and swung left into a gas station and parked... i jumped out of the car and raced down the sidewalk back to the scene expecting to peel what was left of the kitten off the pavement... i was sure of that... When i get back to where i thought i had seen the kitten on the north side of the block... i look all over the pavement... nothing! I look everywhere...still no kitten. I search and search out onto the 4 lanes of raging traffic and still can't see a kitten or remnants anywhere. I search the other side with hopes he had somehow and miraculously maybe made it across - nothing. I look behind me... i look on either side of the sidewalk... nada... still nothing. All there is... is the continuous steady traffic noisily racing to and fro in front of me... "Wow?", i think to myself... that's one amazing kitten... i wonder how the heck he got out of that one? Where the heck did he go...........? I couldn't help but feel like an idiot - did i REALLY see what i thought i saw? I thought i saw a puddy-cat... Standing facing the traffic i'm absolutely totally perplexed... literally scratching my head asking myself again... did i really see what i thought i saw? Am i in the right place looking now?... to double-check i walked up and down along the sidewalk checking again and again - back and forth many times over and... still nothing. I was sure it was here - in this place... i'm positive! Just when i think about giving up and start walking the block back to my car... inside the rhythmic-swishing of the traffic, i hear faint mewing-cries a short distance away... at first i can't tell where the mewing is coming from - i look around and around searching... and then i realize that the crying is coming from one of the houses behind me... "Where are you?" i actually cry out....... i turn around to face the relentless mewing-sounds but i still can't see where... my ears and eyes follow the desperate cries of help and then... i finally see UP on a house balcony in front of me, pacing back and forth hysterically against and in-and-around the balcony's rod-iron bars is a tabby kitten - and he seemed to be mewing at 'me"..........wanting my attention.... "Huh?.. i say to myself.....is this the same kitten??? No frickin' way... how can it be???"... i spin a 360-degree turn completely to see again for the kitten i thought i saw around on the ground or on the road... anywhere... there has to be another kitten... come on............... Whaaat?... How the **** did he get up there?... i again ask myself if this is the same kitten i saw earlier stepping off the curb...? ......it sure looks like..... it could be?????... As i'm standing on the sidewalk in absolute disbelief and shock watching the balcony kitten mewing incessantly at me running back and forth...... the kitten then throws itself off the 20-or-so-foot balcony and lands hard onto the lawn below and dashes towards me in short leaps through the long lawn grass, crying the whole way until... He reaches me... and i pick him up gently cupping him in my hands holding him up to my eye-level... We look at each other - i'm completely awed dumbfounded - he's sooooooo little.... ... i can feel his little heart just-a-pounding and he won't stop stop mewing... and to boot... he had pooped himself...... i promptly wipe him and my hands off together on the grass - nervously hanging on to him to keep him safe...and trying to reassure him he was okay now that he was in my nervous hands...... OK... so now what?......... I stand there for quite some time holding him continuing to comfort him and settle him down... i really didn't know what to do....... I eventually decide to knock on a few doors in the block to see if he belongs to anyone... after a number of feeble attempts i give up as anyone i talked to didn't want to have anything to do with him. And so... i head back to my car with kitty in hand... Once in the car, i again wipe him and me off with a rag and decide to take him to an SPCA i know about not far away on Clark Drive... i realize i can't keep him as i already have 2 pets of my own... i had to do something... 'cause i couldn't just leave him there.... When i arrive at the SPCA... i hand him over to the folks there, tell the story of how i found him and they assure me that he'll be probably adopted within the next few hours because he's so little and so cute... i reluctantly pass him over saying a quiet goodbye, give him a last pet and wish him the best - thanking him silently in some way...... and the SPCA folk thanked me for bringing him in telling me how lucky that kitten was to have found me... Found me? ... i believe he definitely found me! ...or, some divine intervention happened for both of us - for each of us - in one given moment of time... or........ no-time??? Still shaking my head and a tad teary to let him go, i head for the bathroom to clean up and leave to finally go home... all that day i was left with a mixed feeling of bizaare wonderment and somewhat confused....... Well... what do you think all that was?... just coincidence?... or what?... ...i don't know................... To tell you the truth i'm really still not sure... but i just can't help but think that somehow... that i witnessed and was a part of some kind of "divine grab" of some sort...... and still wonder to this day how i was a part of all that... Was it my immense feeling-state of yelling out "NO!" in the just-right-moment" - was my strong-feeling a prayer of some sort?........or what........? And, oh yeah.... little guy - wherever you ended up or wherever you are or from... thank you for the gift of showing me a little more of the blessed divine! I welcome your thoughts and/or comments my friends...... and would love to hear if you have ever experienced anything similar to this.......... Bright blessings with always so much light and love, weaver (((o))) poem...
again out walking today rust red rose hips sing to me taking me back to you... over and over and over and over and... over and over and over and over and... over and over and over and over again... - weaver © 09/04 note... while reading the above poem aloud slowly... it may remind you of soft, loving drumming over and over and over and over........ x (((o))) The other day i got invited to fill in for someone who bowed out at the last minute... to play at a fundraiser event for a sister who is dealing with the big "C"... cancer... so, without hesitation, i said yes... So, this past Saturday evening, seven musicians and i gathered at the W.I.S.E. Club here in Vancouver at 5:30 pm to do our sound check and get ready for the evening's performance... the organizers of the event had planned this as a fund-raiser for their friend... to raise funds for her high medical bills and help her out... What a wonderful thing to do and i was honoured to be a part of it... even though i didn't even know this woman... The evening was organized like the Canadian Idol TV show... hence the reason they needed 8 musicians... an even number... Four of us were picked to play the first round and then the audience would vote by paying a dollar-a-vote and the most-voted 2 would move on to a final round... the same would happen with the next four... pick two and they would move on to the last round as well for another final group of 4... from there they would vote for an overall winner... They also had a panel of 5 judges lined up as well... the ticket to get into the night's event was 20 bucks... At the time i said yes.. i didn't think much of the "format" of the show... thinking it was an easy gig... to play one, maybe two tunes to a friendly audience, help out a sister, get an opportunity to play and go home... however... for the day and half i had to decide on what to play for this event... i agonized about what to play and couldn't decide what ... i certainly knew i didn't want to get into the "competition" so to speak cuz i'm not the competitive type... but i couldn't help but wonder that there could be that slight possibility that i could maybe... win... ??? Naaah... probably not... and so... what to play?... do i play something i wrote or do i do something campy or funny like a cover tune and wow them away... knowing full well that more than likely, the woman who would win will probably go all out and camp it out and get the audience on their feet cheering... and then after thinking all this... i started to get a little nervous about it all... cuz i really don't like competition at all... and so, why was i doing this, really?... I was doing this because my friend had asked me to and the main focus of the event was to help out a sister in my community... great. ...got that clear... so, i decided pretty much at the last minute to do my own songs... i saw it as an opportunity to play my own stuff and see what kind of feedback i would get... also... i really like playing my own songs better anyway... i picked two of my own, just in case i got voted on to the last group... you never know... right? Well.. that evening was certainly interesting... my friend who is a very talented, wonderful singer-songwriter (and guitar player) was up first in the first group.. and she played and sang really well.. got a great cheering applause and had many nice comments from the judges... next, was a woman who got up and sang to a cover song with an over-produced CD for backup... the crowd loved it...! i was right... the crowd is definitely going to go for this instead of the half of us who are singer-songwriter/instrumentalists... and sure enough that's how the evening went... only one of the singer-songwriters moved to the final round... i think because, at the last minute she chose a song about "being naked" that she wrote instead of the one she did at the sound-check earlier... and of course wowed the crowd and moved on... I was up first in the second round and did my own composition on a little dulcitar guitar and sang "a mother's cry"... a moving, somewhat haunting song about the 3 mothers in my life... my birth mom, my adopted mom and our blessed earth mother...about half way through it, i could hear a lot women in the back talking loudly through it until someone finally "shhhh'ed" them and then it got real quiet as i sang the rest of my song... i got a pretty good applause and nice comments from the judges like my friend... got off stage and was quite glad that my part was over... i didn't move ahead. However, during the breaks.. a few women came up to me and thanked me for the song i did and told me how much they enjoyed it... one asked if i had a CD and another asked if i was playing around town and hoped that she could hear me again... that felt good and it seemed i acomplished what i came to do... and had helped out my sister at the same time... and that sure felt real good. The woman who won had dressed up in a long low-cut evening dress and gloves with high heels including lots of makeup and sang her guts out to "fever" (with CD backup) and had everyone, including me on their feet cheering for more... she was awesome and she was the nights winning idol... and we raised over $1200 for our dear sister... and had one heck of a lot of fun at the same time... and me?... i guess in my own way, i was a last minute idol... for a few minutes anyway.... brightest blessings... weaver (((o))) Lately... i've been too busy again... and so what else is new eh?... Last Saturday i was attempting to sleep in a tad... to get caught up on some much-needed rest... and while i was lying about in and out of consciousness with the sheets pulled up over my head... i became aware that i could hear the cry of a bird outside... and it seemed to sound like the cry of flicker... (a woodpecker)... This was no simple cry... or call... and as i lay there listening... the flicker kept calling and crying over and over and over... after listening to this for about 10 minutes or so... i finally dragged myself out of bed to go have a look to see what was going on... When i got to the window and looked out... there he or she was... about 20 feet away in the yard, perched precariously on the top of a fir tree... still wailing away... it seemed he or she was yakking at me for some reason... i looked around to see if it was upset for some other reason... but there seemed to be no reason... the flicker just kept on crying and crying... I love flickers and have a fond connection to them.... when i'm out walking in the forest... i love it when i sometimes hear the flickers or woodpeckers peck on an old, broken dead tree... it fascinates me how their fast drumming can radiate and echo for a long time... In the medicine/spiritual way as a totem... one aspect of the flicker is known to be "the drummer"... so, i can certainly relate to the flicker because i'm a drummer too... sometimes it seems that flickers will show up in my life to tell or show me something... usually when i least expect it... Like one time a couple of years ago... when i was honoured to become the caretaker of a very special drum... a 27 inch Kilaut frame drum that was built for me by a master drum-builder from the eastern United States.... for some reason i'm not sure why i became very called to this particular drum... when i was first becoming acquainted with this drum, i was dealing with many feelings about feeling worthy to be a carrier of this drum... maybe i was also feeling overwhelmed with the responsibility of caring for this drum... as this special drum held much power and healing in some way... that was for sure... i can't tell you how i felt when that drum first "played" me... Well... one day as i was going for a walk with my dog and my partner during that time... i was expressing some of those feelings to her... and as i had just finished expressing my thoughts of unworthiness and doubt... we suddenly heard a loud screech response high above us... as we turned back to look where this scream had come.... there, sitting on the tip of the tallest tree in the parking lot was a flicker... confidently swaying back and forth... staring at us... i swear almost laughing at me.... my partner said to me with a smirk... "well, carol don't you think that's your answer?"... So... what was the message this time...? i'm not sure... as i went out on the porch to get a better look... i sat down on the chair to witness this event with even more curiousity... the flicker took flight and started to fly towards me in a wide circle and made it's way back to the same tree... it perched again and then did this flying dance a couple times more... and while he/she was flying, made this interesting warbling sound... when she/he got back to the tree and landed... continued to cry and call as usual... I also noticed that off to the right, a little further away... were two more flickers... silently perched near each other on the tops of trees as well... like they were holding space or being a witness to the one crying and continuing to call... eventually, the flicker finally stopped crying and suddenly flew away... in the silence, i continued to sit in the chair and wonder... and also felt honoured by my being witness to a wonder of nature... was this event just a coincidence or really meant for me? I'm still not really sure... maybe it was yet another message or an affirmation for me to know that i truly am worthy... that i am a human being on this vast earth with worth... like all human beings... maybe it was a reflection of how i've been feeling these past few months... a reflection of my own crying inside of all that i've lost and grieved... maybe i just didn't get the message at all...? Maybe it'll come to me another time? Maybe never.... or... maybe it was a message for me just get my butt out of bed and get on with it... maybe? weaver x (((o))) I was sent home with mesa homework yet again from the 7th fire (animistic energy training) a number of months ago… and, an interesting practice of feeding a swirling wild feminine energy that was put into my mesa called a huaca.... My life this past year has been like a huaca, a 'pachacuti' - a turning over.... and has been literally turned upside down… My relationship of almost eight years rapidly dissolved right before my eyes… it went in a direction that i couldn't seem to steer in any way… During most of those years, i’ve tried my best to do what some might call, “make the best of it” and be the best person i can be… I strive to grow as any human can… with courage to honour my self and my spiritual path and my calling… questing for answers that continually nag at me… and, can’t ignore the stirrings that rise within me… i have to listen to my gut… and somehow honour and find my own true way… how can i not listen to my inner being and be who i truly am? Many times i questioned why is it, that it had to be sooo hard to share that with someone who is not on the same path?… i never understood why i was continually judged for being on my own path? I often felt like i was the one giving support in many ways… I gave up long ago offering invitations to this person dear to me, to share a path that has helped me so much in my growth... and now, to have come to a place of realization that i must honour this person's own path… I have to admit that i sometimes get jealous that other partnerships can share a similar path together… but i guess that this is not to happen for me, and i do my best to honour and allow that… And… so… i continue to respect and practice my spiritual (shamanic) path as best as i can… and i exercise my daily homework… this one day, i open my mesa, the mirror of my becoming of my healed state… and oh, how i yearn for that healed state… especially now… during this emotional roller-coaster pacha of time… and so… through my beloved and caring stones (khuyas), i consciously feed and care for them within the swirling hurricane that is presently going on in my life… This is not an easy path of late… it seems no matter what i say or do… i'm not heard or seen in the way i have truly intended… when i feel i have intended in a most loving way that i can… I question often where all the rage and disdain hurling towards me comes from?... What the heck happened to the communication - where and how did it all break down?... it can be crazy-making to say the least… I keep ducking the relentless sticks and stones and continual verbal and energetic abuse... As i sit in mindful contemplation with my altar of beloved… i am unexpectedly and immediately journeyed way back to a time of my childhood… to an age when i was about 11 or 12… i’m smack-back at summer camp on Vancouver Island at good ol' Camp Moorecroft… a wonderous place full of fond, fond memories… a place that offered me respite from the shouting-times of my childhood... it’s evening and everyone is at campfire time inside the big meeting hall… the fire is roaring in the stone fireplace and there is a girl, a little younger than me, sitting hesitantly on the edge of the front stage with her head down, looking at the floor… This particular campfire night, small groups and individuals are sharing skits, stories and songs with the whole group… i have already shared my contribution… and there sits this little girl on the stage… in great fear… she wants to share but keeps fleeing the stage because of being so shy and afraid… the whole group keeps cheering her back to the stage as she repeatedly attempts to go back to her seat, giving up… After numerous times of her back and forth dance… i am compelled to go up and and just sit beside her to lend some support to offer her sharing… and as i sit there beside her and the room goes quiet... she finally musters up the courage to share and after, everyone is on their feet cheering and applauding her… she is so thrilled and oh, so proud… The next day… the camp nurse came up to me to say that what i did to support that girl was one of the most loving things she had ever seen a kid do and then thanked and congratulated me for it… I'm now transported right back to the present moment with my mesa and the 13 churning loving khuyas embracing me with their light as they always do… and an overwhelming realization comes over me as to maybe why... one reason (of many), that being part of and in this relationship for so many years… was maybe... perhaps... that i was to lovingly “hold space” for her, someone else yet once again... to support them and hold space... to allow them to find their way to what they love and do… and she did get to do what she loves for her own path... big-time!... and... i am honoured to have been a part of supporting her path... And so... an irony... a life-time dream project for my partner finally did come to a completion for her... it was created and manifested... and arrived to where we were living, a finished product the very same day that we, as a couple separated and parted ways.......... wow..... I give many thanks and appreciation for my dear mesa—my blessed altar that shows and teaches me about my becoming.... to spirit... for the teachings and learnings received... brightest blessings....weaver (((o))) poem...
quickening (power song) to gather energy at a moment’s notice hovering within the mother’s arms gently rocking side to side cradled light sound envelopes my whole being humming humming letting go straight to the heart as far as one can go catching the breath of spirit to allow and let go with total trust and knowingness as i fall willingly i am nurtured and loved within the ever present great mother she is i am one in the all together flying in completeness and just knowing joy is the song as i am the singer and the song i soar! -- © weaver x (((o))) Note... the spirit encounter that sparked this poem, view this post >> A number of years ago while spending the weekend on wonderful Bowen Island, i had a very interesting encounter... i met my estrella... A friend of mine and i were just arriving at the bed and breakfast where we were going to spend the next couple of days for some much-needed time off. After we parked the car on the side of the road, we started to unpack the car of our belongings. My friend was already heading up the steep driveway to the B and B with a load of stuff while i was still organizing a load for myself at the back of the car. I still had my head in the hatch of the car gathering my stuff when I heard a strange buzzing sound in the bushes at the side of the road. I couldn’t make out the sound but it seemed to be getting louder the more i focused on it... I looked over to where the sound seemed to be coming from but couldn’t see anything... and so.. I stepped into the brush ever so slightly and then saw something just above the shadowed bushes rocking back and forth... and it was humming and buzzing while it rocked... i couldn’t make out what it was but the sound kept getting louder and louder... and then i wondered if it was a hummingbird....... When... i realized what is was... all of a sudden, it shot straight up into the sky... it was a hummingbird! i watched as it flew up and up as far as i could see... and then lost track of it, it disappeared... i kept looking for it standing there with my arms full of stuff, wondering where it went... i kept looking for it for quite some time... and nothing... i gave up and went back to unpacking the car... As i turned back to the car, suddenly the hummer was flying back down, dive-bombing me... i quickly ducked as i could feel the wind brush the top of my head as he/she grazed over me and flew off... Wow... i couldn’t help but think all that was a tad personal... and i then wrote a poem about it... see the poem "quickening"... (a power song)... ...weaver x (((o))) Note... an 'estrella' is a Spanish word for 'star'... a spirit call, sacred representative or physical manifestation of a mountain apukuna spirit(s)... a guiding spirit or the finding of one's luck... the estrella can also be the way to communicate to the apu mountain spirit... |
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