Solstice. . .

We huddle together in the orange glow of the Grandfather stones – fifteen of us, tired and sweating our prayers in the belly of Mother Earth.  Spirit has brought us together yet again to pray for our people in the sacred space of the inipi. 

The final round is a difficult one.   Our life water nourishes the earth as the steam carries our invocations skyward.  It rolls across the dome of the lodge, crawls along the walls and drapes itself heavily across our backs.

And still we pray.

As the talking stick reaches the halfway mark, my strength begins to flag.  But the dipper is in my hand this time, and so I must find the resources to continue. 

“Help me, Great Spirit.  Give me the strength to serve my people.”

The words come slowly at first, barely a whisper.  Soon they become a mantra, moving through me with every breath I take.  A peaceful resolve floods through me. I sit up straight.  The dipper gourd goes to the bucket; feeds the steam; carries our requests into the Center and out to the Universe where they resonate forever among the stars, returning to bless us all.

Days later, I am at the bedside of an elderly woman nearing the final paces of her Earthwalk.  Her head slumps.  Her breathing is shallow.  Her eyes open and close in fitful sleep.  She asks me for a sip of water.  “I drink a lot,” she says.  

Afterwards, I return to my chair, and we sit quietly for a moment until her prayer begins.

“Father God, help me.  Mother Mary, help me. “

Her words fill the dimly lit room, brushing  the corners with an urgent grace.  She repeats this several times until at last, she adds, “thank you; it’s a great life.”

She closes her eyes and falls into a gentle sleep.

She, too, has found the strength for her ordeal. . .


3 Responses to “Solstice. . .”

  1. Thank you for this lovely post. There is so much hoopla out there. In your post you make the work we do grounded and visible in a most pofoundway.


  2. Thanks for that.

    So often, from the outside, many of the ceremonies seem like “a great way to kill a weekend”, or “something cool to do on a Friday night”.

    And I agree with you about the hoopla. I cringe every time I see an ad from the “Go on a cruise with a REAL SHAMAN” people. There are many teachers and many lessons, and as we’ve come to realize along the way, not all of them are easy or meant to be. . .


  3. […] Walking the Drum attended a Solstice Sweat, and found himself with the opportunity to acknowledge, and pray for, all those, living and in the spirit world, who walk the road of life with us. […]


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: