Inspirations and Transformations
Watching the Ravens overhead, becoming familiar with the individual Birds, that live on our land, starting to recognize them, does not only lead over into writing blog posts and poems about them, it also calls forth designs – to be realized if Sterling silver, brass, copper and gemstones or drawn onto leather and canvas. It feeds the curiosity of the artist of just how to portray the Spirit of Karakoruk – and how it would be different compared to Bran, the Gaelic Raven….
Put the 2 next to each other to have a conversation!
What would they say?
Would they talk about the Wolf packs that keep them in food?
Wolves and Ravens hunt together, did you know?
Ravens often see an Animal, injured or exhausted and their cawing alerts the Wolves…
Also many a Raven flew over the Wolf lair, alerting them, fluttering low, then off in the direction the prospective prey is located…..
And the Wolves knew, to follow.
Ravens then will dine on the plentiful leftovers of Wolf kills.
But stealing a Wolf its food – well, THAT is quite a different matter.
Then a Raven just might be added to the Wolf menu……
The local wildlife sanctuary has several Wolves, that due to injuries or attempted domestication can not be released back into the wild. They live out their lives in the spacious wooded enclosures in the back of Aspen Valley, getting fed twice a week with meat from local farms.
Ravens are wherever Wolves are and so too at the sanctuary. The swoop down into the enclosures to snatch a morsel – but watch out, Wolves can jump and then teeth close around wings – and end of story….
Or maybe not……
T. from the sanctuary, saw what happened to the Raven and went back into the enclosure, luring Amarook into the other corner with another nice piece of meat.
But it was too late for the Raven…. but not too late for its feathers.
I got a phone call. And 2 hours later this Raven was on its way to a new life – with me – and with you.
First there is the Spirit Release ceremony, when he got smudged and I sing to his soul, to honor it and let it float up, into the Trees, into the realm of Kakagee, the – we would say E’eren – or Manitou of all the Ravens here….
Usually it is an emotional farewell, but after the tears have dried, I am ready to take the wings, whole, spread them out to cure and then dry. The claws will receive the same treatment.
The head will go into an Ant pile for about a week or 10 days – securely fastened inside a live Mouse trap, so that Brother Fox and sister Coon will not steal my prize….
All the feathers will be taken, cleaned and preserved. Then the body of poor unlucky Raven will be deposited, where Brother Fox knows to look…..
A few months later I will go to work.
The wing will become a Raven fan, with a Deer antler handle, Wolf fur and a Sterling silver Wolf inserted – or should Peter rather cut out a Raven?
The finished item will be smudged and invocated on the next Full Moon.
In honor of Raven, in honor of Wolf and in honor of the person, who will one day own and use this powerful Medicine Tool.