This week I learned that a wonderful woman I met in 1995 when she led a Native American healing workshop near Sedona, Arizona, had died. She was a shaman from the Huichol tribe, descendants of the Aztecs who live in the Sierra Madre Mountains in Mexico. She was a wise, gentle, loving woman.
I remember her very well, as she appeared in my life at a time when my emotions were raw. I had lost my husband of 25 years the previous year, and was still reeling and confused. We had many long talks, and I took notes -- which I came across just the other day, right before I learned she had died.
She told me to put aside my worry because my late husband would be my spirit guide for the rest of the healing journey, which would probably take several years (as it did). Another point she made was that I should not be concerned about meeting the right people in my future, because, truthfully, when the student is ready, the teacher will appear. Lastly, she encouraged me to take my time with healing -- I was trying to rush the process, as it was so painful -- as I needed more time just to be with myself. I liked that she said "with" myself, which indicates being a companion to myself, rather than "by" myself, which indicates being lonely.
The Huichol shaman and her nephew led early-morning welcomes to the sun as we fifteen participants chanted and sang. We learned how to do simple Huichol crafts, like rudimentary painting and beading, and there was beautiful countryside nearby where we could hike or walk.
She was a lovely presence, and will always be remembered. One of her favorite expressions was, The Universe knows.