Heartless... Bear Heartless, that is. Seemed perfectly natural to want to head up to the top of the mountains - bear country - along with 100 others.

I'm so blessed that Eric, my son, accompanied me - he was concerned about my grief, bless his heart - Eric Heart.

One evening, the group participated in a drumming circle. Eric was mesmerized by the sound and the fire. So was I.

Yes, the Papa Bear's spirit was surely all around. Showing up as rainbows in an almost cloudless sky - didn't rain while Eric and I were there for the 3 days - which was quite unusual.

The Give-A-Way was fun and a man gave me his mother's poncho and a wood block print of a Hindu saint - don't recognize, but will look it up.

Was strange that my friend Enrique was there when we arrived Friday and I never saw him! very strange - magically invisible I am I am.

Shawna said she was going to Hondo Valley, where she grew up, after this gathering - that's where my dad lived!

So... it's sad to know that we'll won't get to have a Sweat Lodge with Bear Heart or a meeting - not in this lifetime anyway. What a treasured gift to have crossed paths. Thank you.