She awakened under a sipapu with moonlight streaming through the
opening of the round kiva, covered in moonflowers, holding the black
luminous pearl in the cup of her hands at her heart, growing larger
until it encircled her heart, and she sang,
I am White Medicine Flower, the Virgin Bride of Raven. I offer the Moon
Crystal and come this night to consecrate the union with the Beloved.
As each Moon flowers, I vow to consummate the mystical union with the
Here I will build an altar and grow Love Lies Bleeding, Amaranthus, and
Moonflower and make my shield of white deerskin with the blood of Raven
to call my Beloved with my song.
Raven, I long for you, as the Moonflower for the Moon, the Moon for the
Sun. Beloved I yearn and pine, question, doubt. Why don't you come to
me, release me from my unconsummated desire?
No Eagle's flight captures my soul, but yours. My eyes stare long into
the Moon's Light, for a glimpse of your blue-black wings.
Obsidian lover of Dreamtime, I meet you, shameless in desire, waiting
for your descent, eyes silently cast downward, as a white shaman
Stallion flies winged in the night toward the Moon.
Clothed in white, I offer gold incense to Raven, loose my hair, flowing
free in the wind, and run bare-breasted, hesitating at the moonlight,
liquid river before casting myself to the depths within.
After the lodge ended, Teri stood outside for a long time by the fire,
staring at the January Full Moon overhead rising high above the
mountains in the East. She could still feel heat in her hands as if she
were holding the black pearl sphere, charged with Light energy. Looking
into the Moon, she could see the outlines of the faces of two lovers,
their mouths about to touch.
She did not sense Josseph approaching her until he stood quietly beside
her. Without words, she lightly embraced him, their faces touching,
then thanked him for the healing she felt she'd received in the lodge.
He smiled back at her in the moonlight, and she felt his dark eyes
suffuse her, as she'd seen the glowing yellow eyes of the white wolf
penetrate her heart inside the lodge. They shook hands, and he invited
her to come again for another lodge, and she warmly agreed.
She curled next to Lawrence who wakened from his sleep as she'd quietly
entered the room, after Mariah dropped her off late in the night.
"How was the sweat?" he asked her sleepily, placing his arm around her
"It was good," she answered dreamily, feeling herself overtaken by
sleep from the long evening. I'll tell you about it in the morning,"
she said, drifting off.
The next morning, Teri woke, refreshed and relaxed, and pulled her
meditation pillow underneath her, waiting for Lawrence to join her as
they usually began the day with each other in morning practice.
She started to close her eyes, noticing a red rose in a small vase on
the corner table in his room. She reached for the card attached to it,
which was addressed to her. She opened the tiny card and read the
A Winter's Rose
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
She was holding the rose, smiling, as Lawrence walked into the room,
sitting down next to her on his own pillow.
"Thank you, Lawrence," she murmured, smiling at him, as she closed her
eyes, and they began the meditation.