
Yesterday marked the First Sunday in Advent, the first season of the Christian church year, leading up to Christmas (and including the four preceding Sundays). To mark the day, the Sassistas! took treesta up on her offer to hike what is a sacred place for her: Wye Island. When we learned that Sukey had died, our visit became even more sacred, thanks to treesta, who decided to build a spirit house for Sukey (pictured above). Here is treesta's description:
About six years ago, I participated in a Vision Quest, seeking guidance and direction in my life. Before beginning the Vision Quest, we also participated in a sweat lodge ceremony. Rocks were heated for several hours at the base of a fire just outside the sweatlodge, and the red-hot rocks were then placed in the center of the sweat lodge. After the Vision Quest, I brought home some of the rocks used in the ceremony and created a little altar around which I built a garden.
When I awoke Sunday morning, it was clear to me that we were to use the sweat lodge rocks to make a spirit house for Sukey. We chose a grandmother of a White Oak tree under and made her spirit house there. May her Spirit be guided on her journey.
This is the grandmother White Oak tree chosen by treesta:

It is a morning like no other morning.
There is a signifying in the silver dawn.
Stars hesitate, streets listen,
Snow melts in tenderness, trees wait.
-- from the poem, "First Light" by Myrna Reid Grant from
A Widening Light: Poems of the Incarnation
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