How Woo Are You?

 A pictogram the Hopi made that represents the 7 circles of life. Thanks to the  Hopi Cultural Center  for the tour and delicious food! 

A pictogram the Hopi made that represents the 7 circles of life. Thanks to the Hopi Cultural Center for the tour and delicious food! 

Last week, I had the honor of receiving a tour of Hopi territory from a male native and spiritual council leader, Donald. 

He shared with us their spiritual beliefs, we visited the most ancient village in the continental US, and he educated us on the many herbs and plants they use for healing.

The day was incredibly emotional, especially when we were on top of a mesa where he shared their creation story. I felt the energy. I felt the heartache. I felt their closeness to the earth and deeply held convictions on life, community, nature, and oneness with the earth.

"You are the clouds, and Hopi are the earth. We rely on your rain for nourishment, and you rely on our prayers for guidance and hope."

Donald took our picture and said he would pray for us over his pipe later that night, as he does for all of his tours. 

Later, I realized I may have "eaten it all up." My group questioned the validity of several of his statements. And I felt silly and gullible for believing things such as they think a dragon lives at the base of a canyon, and their healer's saliva cures various ailments. I felt unsure of my previous conviction to purchase goods from the community who lived in the village we toured.

That night, I had a dream.

I dreamt I was in a van with all of my close girlfriends, and a man from my past. I went to hug that man and I got tripped up over a long dress I was wearing. A person I knew turned to me and motioned, as if, "why are you getting tripped up over the past?"

Then in the dream, I got kidnapped into another van. I was trapped there for many years. When when I was released, I was happy, surrounded by ones I loved, and revitalized. I was ready to enjoy the destination I had arrived in.

It was one of those dreams that you can't shake. And it's stayed with me for awhile.

Am I woo? Yes. Do I believe in acupuncture, cupping, massage, mind-body connection, yoga, shamans, natural healers? Yes. 

Am I going to hang up the picture I bought from the Hopi man who just wanted to bring in $20 to his impoverished family and their home that I was touring like a zoo? No. Am I even sure he drew the picture himself, and didn't tear it from a coloring book? No.

But on the back of the picture, right above his signature, is the title of his work:

"Beautyful rain cloud's are coming."