Truth with Ruth
I have really learned to love all that this word stands for, and a fun fact is that as my name is Ruth, you can’t have truth without Ruth. We so often crave and hunger for something we don’t have that others do. There weren’t other Ruth people when I was growing up unless they were grandma types. I used to wish for a cool name that could be shortened and mine never could. It could be lengthened to Ruthie and could not get smaller than Ruth, or it would become silly.
Now, I love my name. I’ve grown into appreciation of it and will continue to do so, all the way to being a Grandma type myself.
I have so many stories of truths I’ve shared, learned from and experienced during this life, that I felt challenged with which one to share in this article. Over the years I’ve also been so grateful for those who have come to me in sessions and classes, with their own sometimes difficult truths shared and expressed.
I feel drawn to share this following story, as the lady involved is most likely crossed over from this earth plane, and this will both honor and remember her…
I was living in New England and my friend Angela, was deeply in love with the Native American culture. She wore shirts with gorgeous tribal drawings and eagles. She drove a short distance, alone to the local Pow Wow every summer, and invited me to join her. I had always wanted to attend and was more than excited to join her.
My husband had recently died without taking such good care of my future, and I was so mad at him, I hadn’t really grieved. We drove chattily to a dirt road and parked where an attendant was dressed in beautiful bright clothing to grant us a ticket for entry.
We took our beach chairs, cool boxes and walked into a magical world to set up camp for most of the day. She led while I followed her to a spot just outside a circle of sand bags. Across from us were the most enormous drums I’d ever seen, and equally enormous men, all seated, talking, smiling, laughing, with women who had comfy cushioned seats next to the men’s, with smaller hand held drums sat beside the chairs.
There were interesting men and women wandering around, seated around the circle, and operating lovely makeshift booths, in gorgeous colorful indigenous clothing. We each took turns to wander the booths, both returning with treasures of crystals, dream catchers and shirts for her.
I thanked her as It was already so much fun simply being there. Then the drums and the men and women chanting loudly began. I had chills all over and felt unshed tears at the back of my eyes. There was one way in and out of the empty circle and then the light grew brighter.
Gorgeous women bowed and prayed themselves into the circle and danced like butterflies who had been freed from captivity. The chills filled my arms and legs, and the tears stayed behind my eyes. I noticed an elder in a gorgeous outfit, wearing an owl shirt. I had always felt drawn to owls and she seemed so familiar. This was such an extraordinary day. I glanced across at Angela. Her eyes were closed. She was completely immersed in the experience. I didn’t close my eyes or I would weep.
The women bowed out of the circle backwards, offering hands up in the freedom of gratitude, and the men entered. The drums were strong, the men danced as warriors and it was powerful, like thunder and lightning. I felt inspired.
As the men bowed out of the circle, I once again viewed the sweet elder woman in her gorgeous costume with the shirt covered in painted owls, with grey hair and twinkly blue eyes. She walked over to me, took my hand, and extended an invitation for me to dance. I told her I didn’t know the dances and was just as happy watching. She let me know she would come and get me at the next dance and I would join her. Angela was both moved and slightly upset.
She had been coming to these events for years and hadn’t ever been asked to join the circle, and certainly not by an elder who was so well known and respected in that community. She let me know I would need to accept the call when the elder returned.
The woman returned and held out her hand. I took her hand and never let go. I stood and bowed with her as we entered the circle. She whispered for me to follow her steps. I watched her feet with intensity, while stepping around within the sacred circle, with her holding on to my hand. She leaned in and whispered to me to close my eyes and let the music lead my feet.
We were right in front of the drums. They were so powerful that I could feel them drumming through my whole body. Her hand squeezed mine and the tears came down. I was moving my feet, the drums were pouring through my whole being and behind closed eyes, heavy tears and grief fell down my face. I allowed it while she squeezed my hand. We were in “no time” as I moved with her and the grief fell with each tear.
When the drums began to fade, we moved away from them and were almost at the bowing out part of the circle when I opened my teary eyes, with clarity and healing I could never have imagined.
She was a huge gift and I bowed out of that circle with a truth I had not stepped into it with.
Please share, in the comments section below, your experiences and stories as to how you, or people in your life, have received a huge gift and found a deeper personal truth. It often helps us all when we can read and relate the wisdom of others to heal us. It can provide the keys to unlocking our hidden abilities to activate change in our own lives!!
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Ruth
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