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Walking With the Earth Mother follows the spiritual journey of Jim Graywolf Petruzzi into realms that his first book, White Man, Red Road, Five Colors, introduced briefly. Jim’s thirty-year immersion in the lives and lore of his Native American, Mayan, Australian, and other indigenous teachers are shared with the readers in an intimate, meaningful way. Jim invites you to join this journey with him. Few have so walked a road of this nature and fewer still have shared their story. With Jim, learn new ways to heal and understand the Creator’s messages as he rises from the pain and ashes of his personal tragedies like the Phoenix of old. Travel at his side as he finds a soul mate and new friends to share with him the joy of the natural world and the honor of serving the generations to come in the future. When you leave this book, you will leave with new friends and new ways to deal with life’s bumps.
“We gathered on the ledge below the cave mouth when the group had climbed back down and burned some sage and I opened the seven directions. Then we prepared to head back down. Jesse told everyone to be slow and careful heading back, as a misstep could put you on hard rock or painful cactus. Then we started down. About halfway down, as one of our warrioresses was taking long strides, I heard a commotion and looked back just in time to see her falling off the side of the trail and landing – butt first – in a huge cactus. This was a connection to nature she would not relish. We gathered around her and helped her to her feet an Jesse told her to turn around so we could see if there were any cactus needles in her back end. And, oh boy, were there ever! She had hundreds of needles poking through her hiking pants, which meant there would be as many or more tiny ones embedded in her legs and buttocks. She was laughing at her full volume, obviously enjoying her own clumsy fall, but wincing as one of her friends pulled out a few large needles. We hiked the rest of the way down to level ground and Jesse got out his tweezers, as did one of the German group. They said something to our pierced comrade and she dropped her pants, allowing the two with tweezers to begin removing the spikes from her posterior. This caused her to laugh even more, until she was red in the face, which, in turn, got us all laughing. Eight people in a circle, laughing like lunatics as two of us pulled small cactus needles out of the ample butt of a third. A good reminder not to take life too seriously.”
