"When you leave here today", Noweta was saying, "it’s important to take a reminder of what happened here and why you took this time to come to the women’s sweat. How is what happened in the lodge a symbol in your life? We never just happen to go to the places we end up at, nor do we just happen to have the experiences that we have. Everything we do must be for reason. You must see the symbols around you.
It was the summer of my 29th year and I was trying hard to make sense of my life. My marriage was troubled, and too often I would use alcohol to numb the pain. I heard in the teepee teaching that our time in the later twenties and early thirties were when we would shed a skin. Like all things in nature, we would let go of how it had been and ready ourselves for the newness we must take on.
"We sweat for guidance and healing," the old one was saying. "Everything we do must have meaning. If what you are doing is mindless, and you go about your daily routines like a zombie, then you are going to get yourself in trouble. You will get lead down a path that brings you sorrow or even danger. You must say your prayers to the 4 directions in the morning. Even the act of making your morning tea or coffee is a privilege. You must always be thankful for who you are and what is in your life at the time. Many women will never have this opportunity, for perhaps they are sick. It is said that when we leave ourselves too open, when we do not have ceremony or rituals, then we can get into trouble.
I asked the old one, "What are the things that could happen?" The old one looked at me and said. "We might get lead down the Black Road of alcohol, and all can be lost. The cost of being aimless is a great sorrow. I see it in many young people today. They must go back to the people where they came from. They must learn the old ways, and sweat, or do a Vision Quest, so they can hear the voice of creator, inside themselves, from the Great Beyond.
It was as if she reached into my soul and saw the pain within. “You must be willing to do whatever it takes to get back on the Red Road." she said. This was the first inkling that I perhaps had the disease of Alcoholism, but it would take a few years to let go of this spirit. Too often and to great excess, it was showing up in my life. “You cannot hide on the Mother; you cannot wonder, for even if you go across the sea to distant shores, all these things will follow you. You must turn around and address that which you run from, for it is like a shadow and is ever close, leaving its mark on your world."
The old one continued, "When you gather things today that remind you of this time that you shared with your sisters in the lodge where you prayed for all the women of the world, find something to remind you of that. Leave tobacco and walk carefully, do not run through this place. It is waiting for you, to help to remind you of what you have prayed for on this day. Go now and walk among the standing people (the trees) and look for your gift in nature, a reminder of your quest. It is but a symbol that can deliver you from what haunts you.
I went and picked a stone from the river. It was black and lumpy, and next to it was a small black one smooth and brilliant, but somehow I knew the one with lumps was my gift. It would, through the years, be brought out of my medicine bag she gave us on that day, and rubbed as if to make it smooth. Today I carry a smooth stone that is a reminder of what waits for me should I ever think that alcohol could have a place in my life.