I began this rite of passage decades ago.
Daily I prayed to Spirit that it would end....
longing for the next phase,
when apprentice becomes teacher.

We tread the downhill dirt path to where the meadow meets the stream.
Where young Jack-in-the-Pulpits strain to feel the late day sun.

It was only upon our nearly mundane return,
along the same trail,
there transecting the path before us... finally...
Our Hawk Feather Message!

LOCATION: Viroqua, Wisconsin ...gateway to America's unglaciated, Driftless Region ...a small portion of Earth that has miraculously watched virtually unperturbed as each ice age came and went. Viroqua, forever unglaciated it seems.

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