Dawn sat down to rest on a piece of cleared rock at the frozen brook. They had followed the river upstream, high up . Left the banks where the wide open ocean met the waterway. Left ”the place where the meandering whirlwinds melt worlds together” as the alves called it in their carols.
They had gathered plenty of pinceones, Meru and herself. Moonstones, not so many. She’d found two large ones, the size of Meru’s back paw prints, in the shallow waters where the treeline met the snowy fields, close to where the stream was born.
”How on Earth are we going to find enough moonstones to build this Medicine Wheel, Meru?”
”Moonstones my dear are basically stones which speak in the moonlight. The two we have gathered already are the two poles, the Fire and Ice, connecting the remaining ones we shall find the coming three days on our way to the Full Moon.”
”Isn’t that the day we need to hold our ceremony? Is it only three days away?” She couldn’t help feeling a bit itchy from the anticipation.
”At the dawn of the full moon we gather. I have a feeling Craft has found Red already”, Meru replied. ”Which is a totally new phenomenon I must say. Way has always been the last knot, the one who seals. Yet now it seems we all need to connect in to Star, including Craft and Way as one force. Star is calling out to us all to share our power cries , assisting her in waking up the magic to this world. Whatever she means with ”this world”…”
Grandfather had once told Dawn that the reason she got her tribe name was so that she could be reborn every morning with the golden light of the sun reflecting the silvery wisdom in the glow of the moon. How could she had forgotten about that? And why did that memory come back and visit her this very moment?
”Everything is possible in the dark of the morning. Sensing, feeling, knowing, choosing, creating.” Grandfather had said.
”Meru, I think you will have to start to sing in the soul of Star. It feels like that is the only way we can find her before Full Moon. We just had Sleeping Moon which means the power of this Full Moon to come is as strong as the force of that comet we saw from up here, the one which crashed at the oceans edge”.
”Which comet my dear Dawn? That was Star.”
The whole upper plane of the mountains started echoing as Meru lifted his whole being in his howl, tying in to the soul of not just Star but of Craft, Red, Dawn.
Cecilia Götherström, Dec 9th 2019
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