Hua Kola

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1989:   We built a tepee, the dark womb,  with willow branches. leaving tobacco in exchange.   We collect  dry twigs for kindling. The Inipi starts at sunset.  Rocks, each energized, first by the sun, now by fire, are passed through the east-facing entrance into the centre pit.  Hua Kola.  Red Crow chants and passes the pipe, the smoke the breath that carries our prayers to the Great Spirit. This is the beginning of Life, the violent copulation between Fire and Earth.  It is agony, the heat unbearable. I dig my body  into the inner loins of the hot mud to seek cool refuge.  Thank you sun, moon, seasons, plants, birds, insects,  ancestors.  We are joined by everyone and everything that has gone before.  We fall out of the womb into the entrails of the morning star.  The spirits rejoice, with us, within us, around us.