Dear X, is it okay for me to use your real name? Would you prefer I call you XA? Or XAD? Or Betsy? I may ask you some questions too. How does one reconcile with the guilt of survival? Or, how does one reconcile with the emptiness of guilt free delight?
Anyway, XX grew up in Germany during WW II. She was a child of 3 when her parents fled and brought her and her sister to stay with a nun. When X was left alone one night, as she had been left alone many nights, while the nun would attend to ministering the elderly and sick and dying, X had a vision. An owl came to her and said “you can go with the nun on her rounds”. Aha!! A three year old shaman is born from the wisdom of Owl’s words. So, X started to accompany her nun “mother”, and learned all about healing. Today, as an elder, X still holds wisdom and courage to help mend and heal. Noah and I both attend a drumming circle that she hosts in Crestone, although, now with Mankle and me in a wheelchair, I drum from home while the rest of the group drums from her sacred space. She has been an amazing helper in this journey to wellness.
And so, about one other Crestonian. For today, for now. We know a woman who walks each morning in an octagon pattern around the inside perimeter of her octagon home. This is part of her morning ritual, I imagine it takes a Zen-like focus. After I finish this bit of writing I may walk an octagon path in my mind and let my heart wander where it may…..
An anonymous friend has gifted us a “house-cleaning”. Next week someone will come by and clean for us!! The house is so excited, and I’ve suggested to the dogs that they do some extra shedding right before the big day. Noah has been great with the daily chores for the past six weeks, almost all of them, as I lounge and mend and sleep and read and commune with the spirits. And now our lucky home will get her deserved lucky attendance. Ah, simple pleasures in an American life!