Look, look,” I insisted. “Look into the flame.”
The young woman shook her head.
“We are nearly ready,” she said. “Wait for us.”
The newer womyn were learning to journey through the heart of a flame. More advanced initiations in circle were using the medicine bowl and crystal under Wolf Star’s instruction. I watched a young woman make a good start at the pulling heart drum ritual, fluttering the beat neatly with her hand. It seemed like such a short while since I had first experienced these things, and my excited control over my patience seemed little short of a miracle. Now these young womyn received instruction in the hat’ii ágoteelî – VisionKeepers’ Way, and ancient society of womyn who practiced group dream rituals to manifest reality in sacred guardianship of Earth.
The young woman completed what she was doing with her contemporaries and returned to where I sat.
“Does it go well, daughter?”
The young woman squatted and shrugged.
“Well enough,” she replied vaguely. Her frustration with the process of learning and experiencing was showing. I remained silent.