Earlier this week, Pete and I made our own historic journey in Scout the trusted Subaru (sometimes our home, and often our mode of getting keia to kela). With fears faced, I sat in the back seat with an oxygen tank, ceramic mask and many prayers said to have my spirit guides and my belief that the risks of travel through two hours of pollens that tax my system and a large gathering within a building were risks that I was willing to take.
The gathering as I have written in a previous post, was one of the first in the Pacific Northwest, to honor and bless the waters of Earth and in particular The Salish Sea (the waters from the south Puget Sound of Washington north to the waters along Vancouver Island in the Canadian) known to the Peoples of this continent's First People. We did make that journey to gather at the Long House on the campus of Evergreen College along with 400 others who knew this gathering was of great import.
Oxygen in a tank allowed me to be within a building with many people for the first time in more than three years. I used to ceramic mask that is necessary for many who have sensitivities to the plastic cannula usually used for breathing oxygen. Regulated at a very low mixture, the oxygen gave me just the reassurance that I could breath fresh air instead of chemically fragranced or volative organic oils from Nature's storehouse. I am grateful to say, it worked!
Pete and our long-time friend Joan, reunited in our own celebration of renewed friendship chatting and being part of a sacred ceremony to bless the waters of Earth, and the water that is within each of us humans. With songs, words and the inspirational photography of water crystals --the work of Dr. Masaru Emoto of Japan, a sacred Long House was filled with messages and directives. The song A DROP OF WATER written and sung by Washington artist Dana Lyons was the invocation. The singular and power drip of water as a drum beat and a heart beat called to each of us. Songs for the Salt Water and the Fresh Water from The First People of The Salish Sea graced us with connection. Words from the elders of these First People inspired us with their strength, their actions and their unwaivering commitment to maintain their birthright and their kuleana (responsibility) to maintain their traditional rights to a way of living that was unseparated from clean healing water. Among the many powerful messages I heard, the story of one First People's leader, touched me at such a tender place. His story linked the Creator's exquisite sense of love and compassion for Earth and the Human through the single drop of water -- the tear. Through that duct placed in the corner of a human eye the water within makes its way back to Earth ... connected always.
