The elders gather; to the stones; all that remain of the Raven Clan.
The Shaman, bearing the Mother’s heartbeat, draws to the centre of the assembly; there to be joined by the Spinner, and the Weaver of Lore.
The Weaver kneels, offering a reverent hand skyward, readying himself to receive, and to support, the sacred, living, and breathing connection to the Creator.
Spirit of Deer. Spirit of Maple.
The drum-keeper, bows; surrendering his most hallowed charge, in trust, to the Weaver.
The Spinner stands in patient deference, awaiting the honour of Grandmother’s arm.
The drum-keeper, bows; surrendering his most hallowed charge, in trust, to the Spinner.
A contemplative pause. Respect the moment. Await the breath…
Grandmother speaks. The Circle turns. Silence. The Song of the Raven Clan; lost, long ago.
Spirit of Deer. Spirit of Maple.
Thunder roar. The Mother’s heart.
Beats.
In a brief, joyous moment, the Spinner hears; and is reminded.
Her Spirit bursts forth.
The Song of the Raven Clan; reborn.
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This post is a little bit naughty. It is really “The Feathered Seer – Part 4”. However, Part 3 is yet to be writ, and the Song wasn’t willing to wait…
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‘Sensing’ the Clan…
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Thank you, Stuart. Muchly appreciated. 🙂
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‘Muchly’, I like…
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Much appreciated, Steve. 🙂
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I recently bought a Native American Effigy Peace Pipe of a Woodpecker. The day it arrived a beautiful woodpecker was hanging around right outside close to our window!
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Ooo. Love when synchronicities like that come in to play, Tom. Thanks for sharing that 🙂
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Thank you for this opportunity, to be able to receive the drum and be part of the beat of the clan. Spin and Weave. Spirit of Deer, spirit of maple…..
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Pleasure was all mine, Dean. You gave the “part” a solemn, devotional element that was most unexpected while I was describing your “drum stand” role… lol Can’t imagine any other Spinner and Weaver who could have done the task the justice that you pair did. 🙂 xx
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Reading this moved me very deeply and unchained something I was barely aware of. It evoked not just the moment itself, but deep echoes of other times and places. A beautiful post. xxx
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It was sublime. In that moment, everything just fell away, replaced by something beyond description.
… but incredibly grateful to have been blessed in witnessing this one… 🙂 ❤ xx
Still kicking myself for inadvertently taking away your power in the next round…
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Yes, that mirrors my experience too, which is probably why I don’t remember parts of it. My power had been sucked away long before this ritual drama, especially where music (song and instruments) are concerned; the uncertainty came from the dark echoes of that and not anything you, or others in the Temple, did or did not do. xxxx
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Reblogged this on Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman! and commented:
So beautifully expressed. Simplicity and depth. Memories evoked – and the beat from long ago. Absolutely love this post.
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Thank you, Ali. Really appreciated, and touched. 🙂 xx
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My pleasure. xxx
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Thank you very much for the reblog. Really appreciated. 🙂
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