Nearly a thousand years ago, Native Americans
mounded up rock and earth into a quarter mile long serpent, winding
over the top of an Ohio knoll. Mark grew up nearby and had been
to Serpent Mound
before, but I'd never managed to go. Randomly, I looked it up on
Friday and discovered that the sun sets over the head of the serpent on
the Summer Solstice. With the solstice so near, we figured it was
a sign we should take a road trip!
I'm a very skeptical person when it comes to religion and spirituality,
but I let my normally skeptical mind quiet down for the day and instead
enjoyed the power of an enormous snake winding across the ground.
Like my visit to Stonehenge nine years ago, though, I was disappointed
by the signs which admonished us to stay on the path and away from the
mound. "I wish we could go in there," I said to Mark, pointing
into the hollow center of the head where all of power of the snake must
be concentrated (if you believe that kind of thing, which I
don't.) Read much
more, in which we receive spirit names and go with the flow....