Feet thump on the ground, round and round, in circles they go and I follow… then I am left behind.
This man walks in circles around the fire, his heart beating in time with his steps and his breath joins in the rhythm.
Ancestors emerge and as they watch the man, they whisper gently ‘He is a good man, no? Take care of him, treat him well for he has taken care of us all well many times, many rivers and moons ago.’
Suddenly I am back looking at my feet … and trip …and a big puff of smoke bellows from the embers.
I smile and kneel down and my hearts pours gratitude and love as my eyes weep for joy.