In a remote cabin, Skye McDonald lived in a special world where her mixed blood was a blessing. She grew strong and healthy; tall like her grandmother, and she learned the ways of the Highlanders and the Lakota. But then the steel-springed lunge of a mountain lion took her mother from her, starting her on a journey toward a destiny she could never have imagined. What Skye learns of love and revenge will be of far greater consequence both for her and the Lakota than the unveiling of a ceremonial wedding dress. Her mother's people believe that her birth under a comet, one of the "shifting stars," makes her the great woman warrior of the prophecy. Skye's strength and skill grow rapidly, and soon she must face this destiny-learning finally that to be a woman warrior has little to do with fighting and everything to do with spirit.
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The damp smell of yesterday's storm clung to the air. Turtle Woman blinked the tears from her eyes and lifted her silver head. The mountain was just as she remembered: beautiful on one side, sloping down into smooth-needled trees, and jagged and rocky on the other side, where the mountain had worn away. But she no longer feared the crags as she had long ago, when she thought the shaman had intended to push her over the side. This time, she would embrace the mountain as a loving child does her mother.
The well-worn trail disappeared as the crest of the mountain opened up into a broad plateau. No trees grew on this wind-blown top - no shaggy-leaf trees or rustling-trees or sagebrush or sumac. From the top of this high place, the Earth Mother opened herself to Father Sky, spreading herself beneath a great expanse of blue. And the Sky reached down, touching the Earth with his clouds and his winds and his sunlight. An eagle flew between the Earth and Sky, reminding them both of their connection to Wakan Tanka, the great father of them all.
Finally, Turtle Woman had the strength to face her husband's death, and the truth awaiting her, whatever it might be. The rocks of the Medicine Wheel lay upon the ground like a skeleton from the long-ago days of creation - an ancient fossil embedded in the heart of the earth. From the center cairn, upon which some worshipper had placed a parched buffalo skull, radiated the spokes of the wheel, formed from thousands of pieces of limestone - each rock like the remains of a loved one.
The forever-grief welled up inside her. The earth became the barren plateau, and the barren plateau became Sunstone, fleshless and bloodless. The wind blew at Turtle Woman's desolation, emptying her of all need. She no longer had to yearn for the old life. Spirit had replaced it, and memory would sustain her. For what were memories, but Spirit's way of greeting? And what was the Medicine Wheel, but the door to Spirit's home?
Page Lambert , Senior Associate with the Children & Nature Network and International League of Conservation Writers Fellow, has been guiding and mentoring women who want to reconnect with nature for 17 years, leading creative outdoor writing adventures...