Sabbatical from Drama

[Maria Yraceburu]

This is my truth. I look forward to others.

It’s my best work.

True, there have been a few cross sections… light and shadow.

I recognize many. But after a few intimate glimpses, they seem long ago – my life has changed so much. The heat rises within me, most have made me happy – and others most definately! That has lasted through the years.

When it comes to my friends, time has been no limt. We share love for each other that is never consumed. There is always room for more. No matter how long we are apart, we are like minutes from before each time we come together. We think of one another and smile.

What amazes me most of all is how the numbers have grown with little effort, the dreams of traditional extended family communty and the enthusiastic way we see one another. We watch each other from the expanse of our dreams, supporting, adding energy when we can.

I am lucky enough to have a strong support base. My path laid before me by Elders.

There is a place… a place bathed by Grandfather’s light.

Honest, I’ve dreamed it!

The light spills down through ponderosa pine.

I could use help with the vision. I’ll share with you.

Glance at potential, my friend.

C’mon… how would it be to be relevant in something, someway that effects a bigger whole. Community working, living, preserving continuance, pouring our love into a lifework.

Coming Home.

“Do you know the Crescent Moon Ceremony?” Shoshone-Cherokee medicine man, Rolling Thunder sat before me.
“Yes… Grandpa taught me. It’s been a long time… Grandfather [Rolling Thunder], about the vision… you’ve had it. We’ve all had it… it’s more than any of us can do alone.”

Rolling Thunder was a friend of my grandfather’s, and I was visiting him during a lecture at Chico State around 1979 or 1980.

He opened his eyes. “Moon Fire, addressing me by my childhood name, it will come… Crescent Moon Camp carries the dream and time will be along.”

He smiled and stroked my hair affectionately; a child of a friend. “…it will come.”

Today I walked above the llama pasture and began to play my flute.

Spirit blows on the summer breeze. Land bathed, truth, I know. Heart strong lights the sky, and comes from you. Llamas showed me new ways after the lightning. They would sit with me for long periods of time. I am in initiation. I become. Known. My song, once Moon Fire, now Returning Star. Light answers come.

Three times I have sought the dream on earth. Grandfather’s Taanaashkaada… my Crescent Moon Camp. Each time those that have gathered have come closer than before. At last they must dream themselves, I stand before the stars.

Hear me, stand as before your birth. Send light that others may see. Warm with your smiles that dreams might prosper.

The world shudders, and civilization shakes. The wind blows.

Bringing vision isn’t easy. Spirits speak. Humans listen as they will. I know both voices. Signs, silence, speak again… a vision of merit, worth my sacrifice.

We build a great fire. As the fire burns we sit close in such a way that we purify our intent.

When the lightning sickness comes I see the dream of my youth. My head becomes light, and electricity rages inside me.

Speak to Spirit, pray, bow your head so that your eyes see the blazing truth within. Speak and know the wisdom.
Mind cloudy. Laughter and no image. A voice, but no face.

Speak clearly. Brighten life from wisdom.

See, feel, hear. Allies.

It’s been like this. Drifting through space. Eyes to see, mouth to speak. Ears to hear; fingers to touch.
Open, great light shines forth. From the light comes an eagle. It flies in three great circles. A feather falls… a gift… a promise.

It’s a strange thing. My head is on fire. I drink water and aloe. Clouds. Mountains. Tend systems, purge toxins. This vision has been held, loved and practiced knowledge for attendence.