“Their Danses Which They Use at Their High Feasts”, Theodor de Bry, Engraving

The elders gather; to the stones; all that remain of the Raven Clan.

The Shaman, bearing the Mother’s heartbeat, draws to the centre of the assembly; there to be joined by the Spinner, and the Weaver of Lore.

The Weaver kneels, offering a reverent hand skyward, readying himself to receive, and to support, the sacred, living, and breathing connection to the Creator.

Spirit of Deer. Spirit of Maple.

The drum-keeper, bows; surrendering his most hallowed charge, in trust, to the Weaver.

The Spinner stands in patient deference, awaiting the honour of Grandmother’s arm.

The drum-keeper, bows; surrendering his most hallowed charge, in trust, to the Spinner.

A contemplative pause. Respect the moment. Await the breath…

Grandmother speaks. The Circle turns. Silence. The Song of the Raven Clan; lost, long ago.

Spirit of Deer. Spirit of Maple.