For months I’d been looking forward to a special meeting in New Mexico at the Village of the Shining Stones near Abiquiu called the First Peace Gathering. It promised to be a very unique and inspiring event, initiated by an organization called Ehama, the teaching vehicle of two traditional elders named Rainbow Hawk and his partner Wind Eagle. They anticipated elders from the Jewish, Catholic, Protestant, Buddhist, and Native traditions plus youth from Europe to explore how their traditions have been evolving toward a common interest in peace. There would be lots of meditation, story telling, ceremony, and of course eating and social time.This photo called Skypainting by Sabrina Whitelynx reflects the beauty of NM that was calling me.
My good friend Pele Rouge and Firehawk studied with Rainbow Hawk and Wind Eagle for ten years in the 1980s and have gone on to be facilitators of some of the most powerful circles in which I am a member—the Bay Area Thought Leader Gatherings, the Summer Solstice event in Ben Lomond, our Second Life Medicine Circle, and the
Pathwalker group. They would, for the first time with their teachers, be
co-leaders of the event. I wanted to go and support them. In fact five of our
nine Medicine Circle group were going. I also hungered for the desert, the big
sky, the monsoon weather, and connecting deeply back into my own indigenous
roots as a mountain man from Bishop, California in the Eastern Sierra.
As I have written about in Touching and Technology, my wife Susan was diagnosed with uterine cancer and underwent a full hysterectomy three weeks before I was to leave. Our psyches resisted interpreting this development as truly life changing, and figured she’d be well enough to have me go to New Mexico. “I’ll go to Arizona and see Jerda and Jamie’s little Reilly while you are at First Peace,” she planning.
But at week two and half it as clear that the new journey we were on was going to be one with surprises. While laparoscopy is cosmetically less invasive, a hysterectomy is major surgery, and the removal of the lymph, ovaries, and uterus left Susan in pain, and not able to move around very well. She wasn’t supposed to lift things either.
I realized that I faced a choice, between supporting my community and my own practice and supporting Susan, my beloved.