A Spiritual Elder shows me the Masculine Heart
- Sarah Poet
- May 18, 2024
- 5 min read
Updated: Aug 6
Last year at this time, I lived beside this overflow at the bottom of the lake and heard this continuous waterfall all of the time.
A few months prior to this, a local male elder died who I had always wished I'd known better.
When Keith died, I had just gotten back in touch with the circle he was affiliated with and so it was a bit unique that I even knew that he had died.
And then, even more unique was that I was welcomed to come to his four day fire and as I sat with his partner the day after he died, she told me stories of how much he had ensured, the day he died, that she had received.
The last thing he had done was to make sure she had received. That he had given.
Keith was a smoker of camel cigarettes and had just bought a carton before he passed. The packs were in a bowl on the table with a sign that said, "Smoke a Camel for Keith."
So I did, that evening, with his partner, a Grandmother, listening to her stories.
There was one cigarette left in a pack and I took it home with me and put it on my altar. I felt I'd smoke it when the time was right.
