The First Journey

We sat in a circle facing a display of gourds, oranges, pineapples, watermelons, flowers, rose petals, and candles. 

We closed our eyes, preparing for the shamanic journey to begin.

We were told that during the journey, we’d meet our own unique guide to take us through. Maybe we’d see it in our mind’s eye or hear it or just somehow sense and know it. I figured mine would be a lion because I’ve always had a thing for lions, but as the shamanic drum began to beat, my guide arrived - in the shape of a hummingbird.