Sacred Circles: From Medicine Wheel to Mission Planning

I remember gathering around sand tables.

Placing sticks that guided us in the muck. Setting interlocking fields of fire. Watching for funnels.

Stories that shaped how we would move.

Who built the Medicine Wheel of old?

Their sage and tobacco, sacred stones, feathers dancing, prayers untold.

Did they map their paths in earth and sand, while overhead hawks soared, drawing circles time cannot erase?

Patterns traced with careful hands, marking balance.