Through My Eyes
Friday December 20
Here we are at the very top of the Grove. It's dark quiet night with a strange dreamlike beauty about it. The moon blazes out through the clouds and the stars flicker back. ( It is warmer tonight; we don't need our hoods and hats so you've brought yours and mine to the water tank and set them down).
The wind moves through the trees and our boots swish through the wet grass,and splash and crunch through the partly melted ice and snow.
(please click on the icon as always...)Sarangerel has said that, in the Buryat Shamanic tradition, the Suld soul goes out into Nature and becomes a nature spirit. When large numbers of people die suddenly and violently, as in war or catastrophe, these suld souls are confused and agitated ...