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Message From The Void
L T Sparrow
Painting - Watercolor
This image is from my book "All My Relations, A Prayer" and is an invocation to Raven to give voice the my deep grief about the state of humanity. The words that go with image are as follows:
"Oh, Raven come to me I pray,
Take this silent grief away,
Give voice to all I need to say,
Again, I pray."
I have a great fascination with Ravens. Back in the '90's I lived in Washington State where ravens and crows live in abundance. It was there, in Seattle, that I first sat in a pipe ceremony and latter made my first hand drum and that led sweat lodges and immersing myself in the wonders of Native American spirituality and their connectedness to our sacred Mother Earth. To acknowledge and even celebrate the sacredness and oneness of all things was a new concept to me. It felt right and I embraced it.
To the First Nations people of the Pacific Northwest, the Raven is considered the Trickster. It is no wonder this very intelligent bird has such a reputation. They are able to mimic sounds of babies crying and water dripping. On a visit to a San Juan island I myself, was tricked into following the sound of dripping water off into the woods. I looked and looked for a small brook but never found one. Later that evening, when others returned, they laughing told me it was a raven.
A few years later I went on a solo camping trip in my VW bus to a little known place called Toroweap or Tuckup Canyon on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon in Arizona. It as a windy day and as I turned off the main road from Kanab, Utah, onto the washboardy dirt road, a cloud of dust swirled up behind me.
As I bumbled and bumped a long I saw a flock of ravens gathered on the ground up ahead. As I drove past them they all, simultaneously flew into the air and one of them dropped a feather. I watched, mesmerized, as the feather went spiraling into the air. That image, that memory, became this illustration five years later and opening page to my book. Don'cha just love it when that happens?
Thanks for making it to the end of my story.
July 2nd, 2013
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