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:
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.