Winter Falcon, Bear Rock and Two Knives squatted on thatched mats in the shades of the arbor. Little Star was in deep conversation with the leaders of the gathering as the others waited.
And this gathering was exactly the same, yet ever changing, Winter Falcon mused. Another year of life, another gathering of womyn. Bear Rock speculated in depth about everything. Her anxiety, Winter Falcon realized. The ritual where the young Seer would be tested was days away. Then she became irritated at the fretting. Changing Mother, everyone had their journey to make!
How could she help alleviate the stress and suffering? She needed to keep in mind that her initiations had brought the aggravated stress of the unknown as well. There really was nothing to do but be in support.
Winter Falcon signed and scratched her head. Actually, she reflected, it was comfortable to be here in the late afternoon shade. The Seers of the hat’ii built, for this gathering’s purpose, the open sided arbor. It kept the sun from making it too hot, allowing the breezes to cool. The smell of food cooking wafted through the air.
Winter Falcon let her gaze wander. The horizon seemed to stretch to the end of Changing Mother, and she was happy she was here. She had no idea in the beginning, how wonderful this commitment would be. She had thought in terms of training as aimless in the first year, but nice to feel welcomed and embraced by womyn who danced back and forth between the dimensions. After the first year, everything changed, and she began to see in-between, things she dreamed began to happen.
Somehow, it had all worked the way she had prayed. She, Winter Falcon, was an Oracle. Bear Rock, on the other hand, appeared to be ready to jump out of her skin. She would thrive in this life when she learned to relax. The first time Winter Falcon had seen the young woman, she had appeared just that. A skittish, yet unknowingly powerful healer, jumping from one thought to another and grieving the loss of self-identity.
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