Carving Sacred Space

Carving Sacred Space

We meet again in a circle, around a fire.

Yes

There are nine of us

And nine more behind us

And nine more behind them

And nine more

And nine more

And nine more, until I can no longer see.

All circles are like this:

The Drums, The Sage, The Prayers,

They call the Old Ones to join Us again.

Then we remember…

 

 

When we were the first nine.

Dwight Harriman

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