Today was warmer than yesterday, but still the snow is not completely melted. It was a good day to spend indoors, editing my book. I had a dream this morning when I was waking that I was inside the Timpanogos Cave (I have never actually been there). I was standing bedside the Heart of Timpanogos, a beautiful heart-shaped crystalline formation inside the cave. I started to drum and sing a song to the spirit of the cave.
I was singing an old, old song and suddenly I heard Coyote voices blending with mine. I woke up instantly, and the coyotes were really howling on the hill outside our home. It was beautiful to hear them, as if they had accompanied me in the dreamworld and were also here in this world.
Later in the day, I took a break from my editing and picked up a book that my Mother sent me a week ago. It is by Frank Waters, titled Book of the Hopi. In it I read about the Hopi elders who told the story of their creation and journey through 4 worlds. In this current world, called the 4th world, their people were sent out away from their homelands on migrations to the 4 directions. Eventually they would be able to return to their sacred homeland, according to the plan of the Creator of all life.
I read about how the Hopi migrated for many generations. Some of the clans went east, to the Great Plains. There were no stones on which to leave the pictograph messages that the clans left everywhere they settled. So here, they built mounds of earth in the shape of sacred symbols so that they would recognize them and remember. I cried a little when I read this.
