The Blue Room

Almost impossible to put down the magic of this weekend in words. It's like trying to swallow a sound or speak a dance. The conscious wise women I met are each a miracle in herself. And...put them together........................KABOOM! Explosions of light energy for each other, the land, the horses.


Centuries of shamanic ancestors ('anSisters') came together to initiate the Aquarian dream of Therese. The drumming journey, native flute concerts, horse dancing, grief ceremony, blessing of the land in the four directions were the events. Then there was gut-wrenching sorrow and ecstatic hilarious laughter.

The Colorado sun shone her light on us and the mountains surrounded us with protection. The sky marked us and blessed us, confirming our mission.

I dreamt of a blue room in my house that I discovered anew. When I asked the horse cards in the morning, 'What is the blue room?' I chose the last card in the deck. The message was to share my wisdom. It was only this morning, a day later, that I realized why it was blue. Blue for communication, for the throat chakra, for the songs that came from me when I stood with the rescue horses. Emily's song was mournful and profoundly sad, a keening, wailing lament. Geronimo's was deep and powerful. They all took their turn, we were together in the healing land where all is possible, zenlike trance, each molecule huge and transforming.

I yearn already for my sisters, yet I am filled up and restored and ready to step back on my path, always knowing where my sustenance can be found.