Less than a mile from my house is a very small pull off roadside “park”. The park has only been there for a decade or two, but the spot is marked on even the oldest maps I’ve ever seen of Michigan. It’s name is White Rock. It’s named after a large rock that sticks out of the big lake a few hundred yards from shore. The natives here are said to have thought it sacred.
Yesterday a Native American conducted a very small ceremony there. It takes place when the days and night are of equal length and it gives thanks to the spirits of the land. I was invited to attend and I did.
The blessing took about 20 minutes. I found it very interesting and was honored to be asked to attend.
Thanks we’re given to many spirits and mostly to the maker. The spirits of the birds, animals, trees, water, Sun, Moon, Stars and especially the creator were all thanked and a little description of their roles and how they enter acted with the people’s was given.
I’m glad I could attend and I think I made a new friend.
Bjrogg