Now young Bear Rock seemed calmer. To observe her from a distance, as she sat with a newly apprenticing acolyte, it was though a switch had been flipped. There was no indication that she had any intention of bailing on her apprenticeship until she had mastered every part. It seemed that she fully knew she was a master, but couldn’t let go of the worry.
Winter Falcon exhaled a sigh. When had she stopped worrying? It was that matter of turning things over to the Sacred Mother and trusting the guidance to navigate the unknown with the clues supplied in their unified dreaming. Might they work on this after sleep called tonight? If she needed to, she could have the council help, and she wondered how many other Oracles were working with this same hiccup in the training.
She got a boost of hope. The council was a tight-knit, loyal and enthusiastic unit. The Seers, assigned by Two Knives were prepared and it appeared they would soon dance back and forth in the portal. As for the acolytes, most were currently working with Winter Falcon. Some would undoubtedly stay with her next year.
Winter Falcon was always alert to the energetic shifts which allowed her flexibility in nearly every moment. This was her entire premise with power – to shift gears and stay in the flow. Her moments of frustration were always based on her reluctance to practice noninterference. The Seer was carried along on the crest of a wave of excitement, then overwhelm. How very odd that every woman here had shared this transition, when the whole premise of what they did here, was still being assimilated.
Bear Rock glanced over at the conversation in progress between Little Star and the elder squatting across from her. Suddenly all of her attention was focused on the two. The elder was gesturing and nodding eagerly, pointing to where the VisionKeepers were working and spreading her fingers.
Bear Rock leaned forward and spoke softly to Little Star.
“What did she say?”
Little Star was listening intently to the talking woman. After what seemed an eternity, she turned to the others, a look of wonderment and knowledge on her face.
“She was telling me that the na’chi… the staffs with the feathers, that are planted in the pots, signify the Blue Spirit Road we took to begin this life.” She pointed to the Dance Path. “We align our lives with Mother Earth.”
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