As sojourners, we are like shamans diving
into an icy underworld
to make right our relationship with the Mother.
We plead with Her on behalf of our people, but she is angry
that her people break taboos by taking more than they need.
We comb her tangled hair until it flows free of the plastic greed
that wrapped our factory food. Her pain eases, but
still she does not release the animals
until we promise to feast her with country foods.
We return to our people to prepare a Sedna feast
with food shared from her bounty,
we tell the ancient stories again, and
when the song of the throat singers ends in laughter, we hear
the Mother laughing with us as she releases the animals.
After nine months, Sedna babies are born. Our people flourish.
Sedna. Mother of the Sea. Regeneratrix.
Thank you for sharing. Very meaningful! Leaves me to wonder; do I have hope that we will ever get there. Perhaps if Sedna is very, very patient.