This will be your day: fire

The alarm on your cell phone sounds like some one is dragging there fingers up and down the ivory keys on the high end of a piano. You turn it off and lay back in the bed. Now, you listen to the roar buzz hum of the new old river as it sings the friction between rocks and water song. You like this song. Somehow, it makes you feel less dry. It helps you feel more vital. Soon you are in the yoga temple. First thing you do is burn some sage. You sit in the middle of the room playing your didjeridoo. Tuning each chakra with the placement of sound: ahh, mmm, huhh huhh huhhh, hee hee hee, auommm auommmm and then: vam lam ram yum hum om. You open your eyes to find the whole hall filled with smoke. The sage bundle is huge, the burning finds a place to hide and so you end up pouring water on it to put it out. Back to the tuning of your body mind spirit. The tai-chi feels so good. You smile and feel love as you breathe in. This makes the breath deeper and more pleasurable. You breathe out ahhh mmm. This lasts for 20 minutes. The clock tells you that it is almost 9. Time to head down to the sweat lodge. You are the fire keeper. Your job is to get those lava stones red red red hot. Glowing red hot. And the ceremony begins just before the fire is lit. You place all the firewood strategically. It is a fire stone cake with two layers of fire and the stone people in between. This will be your day: fire. Your focus: fire. You love the stones. They taught you to circular breathe. They taught you to dream when you were a little boy in Connecticut. You would take your lunch across the street and into the woods and down the trail. Big boulders is where you were heading. A slew of big grey blue boulders. You would find the right one and climb up on it and have your own personal picnic. The dream was constant and the crows kept watch in their oily black uniforms as their number kept changing and they fllew on patrol and then rested high in the branches of tall trees. Caahh! Caaah! Now you are fire keeping for friends. This means you will use the pitch fork to carry red rock after red rock into the door of the sweat lodge where Eagle Bear will then take the handle of the pitch fork and place each stone person in the center where it wants to go. He will sing praise and grattitude to grandfather and grandmother and mother earth. You will sit by the fire and hear the songs of the ancestors the ant sisters and rearrange the fire wood the last song of the sun. The songs are timeless. The lodge is huge. You are in it and you are not in it and the earth's wobble has changed and its rotation is faster and you are not you. The space between your eyes feels lit up and your heart beats clean and easy. The sun sets as the talking piece heart stone is passed around the circle of friends. The people share words, their perspective, their gift, their challenge. Every one's eyes are clearer. There is no where to go.