The Braided River

6. As Wild As Otters Are (contemplation)

AS WILD AS OTTERS ARE There was a girl who liked to sing in the meadow and the morning. She was as sweet as clover. She loved to bathe in the laughter of the meadow and the morning, and to run by the clear river. That girl was as wild as otters. But there was […]

21. Water Magic Is Not Complicated (contemplation)

WATER MAGIC IS NOT COMPLICATED Moon and water are plied together within our bodies; we have felt this since we first stepped into our womanhood. Moon and water are entwined within our dreaming landscapes; we have known this since we began to unravel our soul paths. Moon and water are nested deep into our most […]

29. The Call Of The River (contemplation)

THE CALL OF THE RIVER Wild waters may be perilous and we all understand that. Legends evolve around human fear of the river and sea. Stories magnify and darken in order to contain something of our primordial knowing that water is fiercer and greater and wilder than we. In this way, respect for wild water […]

26. Rain Magic (contemplation)

RAIN MAGIC If you have the inclination and the chance ever to dance bare-bodied in the drenching rain, it is a gift carried directly from the raw sensuous core of nature to lagyâno women. Grab the moment. Even if other (younger, numerous) sisters watch in a shocked line from the windows, steadfastly not inclined to […]

33. We Have Danced Ourselves into the Earth (contemplation)

WE HAVE DANCED OURSELVES INTO THE EARTH All our journeys arrive eventually to a place where old women dance barefoot on the earth and treat death as a friend. At last, trail-worn, we are ready to join them and embrace our tasks as death-owl crones. Here we stand listening to the earth. We are drawing […]

26. Oracles of Gathered Wind and Silence (contemplation)

ORACLES OF GATHERED WIND AND SILENCE Once and always, old herding women known as noibo nâni created oracles from a recipe of untamed hills, fierce winds and wild horses. With pieces of weathered-white bone that they picked up after winter had culled the feral herds, and with stormy gales that they caught in baskets held […]