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You’ll scarcely credit this, and it’s understandable if you see it as the wildest of conjectures on my part. But this female jackrabbit I’ve dubbed Jacqueline, of course, hung around this wonderful Scottie dog rock (a gift from a friend) in the early spring. A number of eager males came to pay her court, and engaged in mating dances and contests among themselves…to earn her favor. Sometimes they went off-stage to the back of the rock, where I’m sure she has made a bit of a hollow out of bent Russian olive branches and long grasses.
She’d also made a little nest of plucked dried grass where she’s sitting in this picture. For the past several weeks she’s not only been sitting on her little bed, but has been staring at the Doggie Rock…as though it’s a religious icon altar. Of course in my mind I hear her chanting ‘Om mani padme…Scottie dog…’ or something close to that in Jackrabbit Speech. Can she be praying? Well, who can say? But rapt she is as she gazes toward it in stillness…
Myself, not for lack of trying, the only ‘church’ service I ever found spiritually helpful was sweat lodge. We learned from the Dineh, then went to a few Ute sweat ceremonies, and finally built our own bent-wood structure, covered it with tarps to keep the heat from the fired volcanic rocks inside. These days I’m not able to crawl into the lodge, so I find spiritual renewal as I can.
This is my contribution to the thread.
This is the last song the late John Trudell ever recorded, along with Quiltman and the Pines. It serves as church for me, and takes my spirit to realms in which I could live more hours every day. It’s been a long time getting published on youtube. No matter how I searched, I couldn’t find the lyrics. If I have time, I’ll try to jot a few down and bring them. Enjoy, even if you weep as you listen. I reckon that you’ll like lots of the tracks on the album, as well.
Rest in peace and power, John Trudell. Yep, your ride showed up on Dec. 8 last year as you’d expressed it so well. Our own rides will show up for each of us, perhaps to carry us off to other realms, better realms. Bless you forever, and your family as well.