When They Came to Shore
All that said,
once the ritual on the beach was in full swing, it was time to call in the
directions. After the east and the south had been honored through invocation,
it was my turn. I had been denoted to call in the west. On this particular day
I did this by singing to the ocean:
Spirit of the West Carry Me
Spirit of the West Carry Me Home
Spirit of the West Carry me home to
myself.
As I continued
to sing the chant, the most remarkable thing happened
I looked up as
the group became restless, whispering to each other. Jeannie, who was standing
next to me and very fond of the ocean which she called “grandmother”, pointed
to the water and said, “Look look, the dolphins have come!”
And there they
were, about six of them. Little heads poking up out of the water, all lined up
and bobbing up and down as they blew water out of their blowholes, and made
making clicking sounds. I kept singing, as they seemed to enjoy it, plus I
didn’t want them to leave. Imagine that, dolphins! We were all facing the ocean
by now, big smiles on our faces, completely captivated and amazed by our
visitors.
Of course, my
song did end, the dolphins left, and we continued on with the ritual. But that
wasn’t the end of the story.
Excerpt from the story Music to Their Ears, A Little Book of Spirit Stories c.2012
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