Monday, October 13, 2003

. . . Ancestral Place . . . the temple is a brisk ten minute walk from the Saskatchewan River and a stones throw from the original Saskatoon railway station (now converted to a small upscale mall) . . . up the hill is Caswell School . . . located in the lowlands . . . a small depression just before the grasses reach the river . . . the place was an ideal spot for a camp . . . sheltered yet not too far from water . . . dreaming one night . . . after burning the golden leaves of fall in a pail which filled the temple with smoke and left traces of the smell of burning for at least a week . . . dreamt of an old, solitary plains cree rider dismounting his horse and making camp right in the middle of the temple . . . the trail led through the center of the temple . . . he came from Duck Lake and was perhaps on a journey to locate the place for a sundance . . . well now it takes an act of imagination to present the story of Ancestral Place . . .

:: note :: . . . s lot changes name to s' lot . . . the s had been a space . . . a shifting, shaped space . . . the spirit searching . . . a sense of surprise . . . a sacrificial song . . . a structured support system . . . the self source speaking . . . there is motive to metaphor and ancestral place . . . s . . .