Two nights ago, a woman from White Sage was traveling home at night. A black cow stood in the road, hidden around a twisting turn between two knolls. The woman never saw the cow, and hit her full speed. The cow and her unborn calf died, and the woman was unhurt, though very shaken.
After the accident, the local tow truck came and towed away the totaled vehicle. The cow's body was pulled off to the side of the road, where it has remained; bloated, slowly decaying, and impossible to avoid seeing while driving by. It is a constant reminder to us of death, the ever present companion to all life forms.
The neighboring cow herd moved down into the corner of their big pasture, where they could see our medicine wheel. They stayed there until today, gathered together in a tight little group, very unusual behavior according to what we have observed.
Then this morning, a Portal Day in the Mayan Dreamspell calendar, Michael and I went out to the Medicine Wheel. We called upon the helping spirits and angels, and asked for healing and assistance; that the cow who crossed over could be honored for her sacrifice. And we sang her a song.
I felt the feeling of relief and purpose as the heaviness in the air cleared. Then the day began to unfold in a magical way. We went on a walk; I had consultations by phone; Michael worked on maintaining the road; our local sheriff got stuck in the mud and Michael had to pull his vehicle out... It was a full and beautiful day, with sunshine and rain showers happening at the same time, making awesome beauty in the skies.
I am once again feeling the familiar quickening of life force I feel in the West; the feeling of death within and all around us, and the corresponding increase in vitality and sensitivity--like life and death are so entwined, they are really one. To feel life, I must allow death; to die is to be born. Everything is so connected.
In Gratitude,
Kachina
