Winter – Star and Stone

Remembering how to be me.

Even if my mind does not remember the stories, songs, and dances the ancestors of my path did for connection, healing and seasonal celebration, my body remembers how to listen for their voices if I can learn to hear. My dreams know how to sing if I can hold their gifts with gentle care. MyContinue reading “Remembering how to be me.”

Agranona’s Music

I am standing in the cool air of the evening with my feet on the stone of the entryway. The night is full of the smell of winter and I can hear only my breath and the breath of my sisters around me. We have been dancing for so long that I no longer rememberContinue reading “Agranona’s Music”

Iyano’s Midwinter Morning

We stand in the still moment when the darkness is letting go. Around us we can hear the heavy, tired breathing of the dancers who have brought this time into our lives. They have been embracing the sky for three days and nights to prepare the way for what and who we are here toContinue reading “Iyano’s Midwinter Morning”