Where I once lived, not too long ago in a seven acre wood in middle Georgia, I built a rock circle which had piles of rocks in each cardinal direction and a larger center of rocks. I built it when I had goats. And family members struggling mightily with PTSD and other hard things. I would take my goats out to graze and while they did, I piled up rocks. I didn’t know what I wanted to do, but it had to be goat proof. I finally arrived what I fondly call my goat circle, a medicine wheel denoting the four directions, and a sacred center around which I revolved.  I would go occupy the direction of each day in that circle and pray. Or sit and day dream. Or cry. Or laugh. Or nap.

This was a practice. A spiritual practice, honoring the possibility of healing, the passing of energy between earth, her bio sphere and the cosmos all around, seen and unseen. My near daily sit with nature consisted of some honest contemplation of the twenty unified and endless repeating cultural alphabet that the twenty Mayan day signs represent.

I haven’t created a walk-about alter in my new home out on the Western part of this continent.  And while I haven’t established the habit of walking or sitting around a circle of days. I am keeping up with each Mayan day, its direction and meaning. I day-keep,  which consists of each evening writing a brief summary of what I have done on this day. And all day I practice applying the gestalt of meaning each days sign holds for me. Over time, I have come to see my life, others, events and meetings as having a unique consciousness that is responsive to gratitude, intention and need.

Now each Mayan Day holds much more meaning than Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,…. Each day my imagination is stimulated when I frame the day in the context of the web of meanings associated with - let’s say Monkey. Which is July 30, 2015. A monkey day. Chuen. or Batz as contemporary Mayan call this day.

Chuen - A day of celebrating arts, unions, science. Celebrating our monkey selves. The transmission of culture. The chattering mind. Joy. 

Chuen or Monkey days occur in the west. Other Day Signs occurring in the west:

  1. Akbal, The Great Darkness, enveloping womb of mystery from which all things hatch.
  2. Manik, the Stag, manifestation or completion of the original hatching.
  3. Chuen, the Monkey, the curious human, the story teller, the weaver of time. The transmission of culture.
  4. Men, the Eagle, Vision, represents the abundance of ordinary songbirds and the panoramic view of an Eagle
  5. Cauac, the cosmic thunderstorm, the lightning dagger of change, a catalyst bringing us to each end and every beginning.

By telling this, by transmitting these concepts, I have participated in the age old act of story telling and sharing an imagined world together - exactly what is celebrated on Chuen days. I have in some small way enacted the purpose of observing a day like Chuen. By creating an action attuned to the observance of the meaning of the day, I mingled the worlds of imagination and reality. And I passed my knowledge on to others.

As soon as I got here, to my new home, I made a small circle denoting the four directions and in the center, I put a sea shell. Each day, I turn the shell to the direction that day represents. For now, this is my goat circle. Until I find the place to unpack my most sacred junk, I will use the small circle as part of the daily ritual of bringing the intention of reverence into my life, an act of faith of seeing the earth, life and the cosmos as sacred and responsive. They become this and more.

As I turn each day pointing to its direction, I wonder what will be my new direction, how will I structure my life to be sustainable on the West Coast. On my computer is a sticker, I put there yesterday. It says, "Freedom of Fuckin’ Speech" 

Yes. Freedom of Fucking speech is part of the direction I am moving into. It is amazing how by freeing myself from the haunting fear of the penalties of having weed in my home, I now feel freer to push in another direction. What direction, I don’t know. Not yet. But the wheel of life will continue spinning and I follow, jumping from step stone to stone to stoned. No longer potentially being stoned for a plant which is a sacred medicine. No longer haunted. Blessed Be.

all art and pictures © Carole Dixon 2015

Views: 280

Comment by koshersalaami on July 30, 2015 at 4:53pm
There is a direction inherent in each day?
Comment by Carole Dixon on July 30, 2015 at 4:54pm

Yes, I have provided two charts. Today is a day in the West, tomorrow will be Eb, the day of the Road (much like Tao) and is in the south. The days proceed counter clockwise.

Comment by JMac1949 Today on July 30, 2015 at 5:15pm

Looks like you're settling in.  It will be interesting to see how you design your circle when you find the right time.  R&L ;-)

Comment by Julie Johnson on July 30, 2015 at 5:28pm

hmmm...that's interesting.  I try to be aware of the directions, and the placement of my 'most sacred junk'.  Love that line !   

Comment by Carole Dixon on July 30, 2015 at 5:31pm

It will be interesting to see what I do for a walk around circle. The yard is all well maintained grass. I can't go piling rocks everywhere. Not that I've seen many rocks for the taking yet.

Julie, you would be the one to pick up on the sacredness of junk! Bet you have some too.

Comment by koshersalaami on July 30, 2015 at 5:53pm
In my world what follows Eb is E natural
Comment by Carole Dixon on July 30, 2015 at 6:05pm
A musical term?
Comment by Julie Johnson on July 30, 2015 at 7:24pm

you know I do !  I'm re reading this, and picking up a few more clues.  Watching family, hearing from distant family and being around so many strangers these past few days have rearranged my thoughts quite a bit.  From thoughts follow actions.  It really is fun to read about both you and Zanelle too, moving to new locales and here I am, not having moved for 20 years, yet having some more open space to do with.  

Comment by Carole Dixon on July 30, 2015 at 7:55pm

Julie, I would have been taken out of my home feet first if the state of Georgia hadn't made it perfectly clear, I should be living somewhere else. I thought I would come out here and start writing all about it. I will write about it, or at least share some of the pain and reasons for the move. But I find I am not ready quite yet to address it publicly. I am getting the lay of the land first. 

There is plenty of moving one can do without going anywhere. I proved that in all my intention to move. I cleared up many a long standing problem in my life in anticipation of a physical relocation. I came to understand, I could have taken care of much of that all along. It is the staying still that creates so many problems. Sitting there, reacting the same old way all the time. I moved mountains without going anywhere.

Comment by Myriad on July 31, 2015 at 10:21am

Haha, sacred junk (not male genitalia).  I'm looking to do something in my yard, which is a windswept sun-baked empty rectangle.  Am setting up a gazebo facing a couple of pillars (old tall stumps), but some maneuvering by persons possessing male genitalia required before I can proceed any further...  


You need to be a member of Our Salon to add comments!

Join Our Salon


Greeting of the Day

Posted by Ron Powell on June 16, 2019 at 10:08am 0 Comments

Go Big or Go Home

Posted by Ron Powell on June 16, 2019 at 9:30am 1 Comment

...disappearing into the ether

Posted by Steel Breeze on June 16, 2019 at 8:15am 5 Comments

Waiting And Seeing

Posted by Robert B. James on June 16, 2019 at 7:29am 1 Comment

Leaving the Purple House

Posted by J.P. Hart on June 15, 2019 at 9:30pm 2 Comments

As Luck Would Have It

Posted by Robert B. James on June 15, 2019 at 3:04pm 1 Comment

PreOP Poem

Posted by J.P. Hart on June 14, 2019 at 1:33pm 2 Comments

Fear of Being Sentimental

Posted by Doc Vega on June 14, 2019 at 10:42am 0 Comments

© 2019   Created by lorianne.   Powered by

Badges  |  Report an Issue  |  Privacy Policy  |  Terms of Service