More Magic in Ordinary Moments: MMOM and the U-Ma Retreat…

by Shannon McArthur

I offer a tale of Moments of Magic that brought me to this now moment, an opportunity to beat my drum for the people I feel have the best chance to help us all to heal and grow, happy and healthy as we become aware of whatever “The One We Are” is. Personally, I think we, collectively, are the Child of Gods. That would make us part of the Lifecycle of a God – I’ve got a story about that, but that’s not for now… Now is for that story of magic I was talking about…

Back in May of this year I was in Kamloops – and stuck, uninspired and undirected. I sought guidance from my rune reader. As I walked in, the first thing he says is: “So, when are you leaving?” I told him I hadn’t really thought about it and he said, “The land is calling you!” He described a very high plateau ringed by mountains, some of which have snow all year long. It reminded me of Cortez, Colorado, where I had stayed with my treasured friends, Mary and LionFire, both shaman extraordinaire. Anything I say about them seems pale; their brilliance shines clear and bright.

And so I traveled south to Cortez in time for the 3SidedWhole Down the Rabbit Whole, Guardians of the Desert Too,; then settled back in with Mary and LionFire to co-create some magical regalia. It was a lovely time. I became a reiki practitioner and visited HopiLand with Star Char Lema. Her car had been acting up so Mary suggested she invite me to go with her to make sure she didn’t get stranded. It was amazing and I am eternally grateful for that remarkable experience. Star had been adopted almost a year previous by the tribe because she brought an amazing piece of ancient art (the Waterbearer) that had come into her hands – she felt it wanted to visit with the Hopi people. That story is Star Char’s, and because it’s her part of the story, better for her telling it, I offer the feather to her:

My feather

I was so very honoured to be able to be there to hear Grandma (and her descendants, too) call out, “Come in; sit down!” (all taught by the same voice!) and, when she and I laughed together, I felt she was happy I had come. I was further honoured to stay in the home of her son, PV. He paints the pottery she makes and is an artist in his own right; I have two of his original sketches of Kachina dancers to help me remember: him, his Grandmother of the Flute Clan, and my visit to the mesa. Such lovely warm generous joyful people, on that beautiful day…

Then it was back to Cortez and time to go to the next music festival: Tribal Vision. Where I was going after it, though, remained a mystery…

Until the day before the close of the festival I had no destination. I didn’t worry – for the first time, I had no angst (what a relief!) – I enjoyed being and doing, and then I reconnected with another Star, aka Betsy; medicine woman and astrologer. I met her last year when I stayed with Mary and LionFire. She has an RV parked on the Dreamweavers Sanctuary in Crestone, CO, where I was told I would be able to stay – just talk to Jodi…

Skipping over stories here but, basically, I arrived, talked to Jodi and moved in. Star had prepared my room beautifully and it wasn’t long till I was settled and Jodi and I became friends. Next day, Lori arrived… was it really that soon?  OMG, the drama that happened with the youngsters! What a turmoil. And then Lori arrives with her two lovely little dogs (What kind are they, Lori? Let’s hear your side of the story!) Along with BaaBaa, the standard poodle, and Black Wolf (yes, he is) and the cats – well, it was a lively place there for awhile! Dewei, the resident Buddhist monk, often does an online meditation (@ 7&7) so a thread of peace runs through it, and there was little push to do anything (too hot!) other than prepare spaces for a group coming for a retreat. We took many opportunities to just sit together, do ceremony, laugh and dream. Jodi told me about a piece of property she’s been paying taxes on down on the flats… Jodi’s got that story, and more will come.

I just want to tell you how magical it was…

…the birth of the idea of the U-Ma Retreat, inspired by Spirit and the
many traveling shaman who go around to festivals and small town fairs
providing ceremonies and consultations to raise enough money to support
their need to help people!

Because that’s what it is… it is a soul-deep need and we cannot turn away.
Our path leads into the deepest of pain and through the darkest of times;
Way-showing and guiding, as best we can –
holding a light for those who are questing, questioning…

I believe we need to do better for our vulnerable givers, healers, guides –
the people best able to help in this new, confusing and challenging time.
Gathering together to share our wisdoms and ways;
listening together to each other, coordinating our efforts and
weaving a way that works well for All That Is…

That is, I think, a worthy reason to arise…

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