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The Egg Hunt, A Ritual Of Spring

Long, long ago, before today's modern civilization, when everything was wilderness, there lived a tribe of people who moved with the seasons. They sheltered snugly in caves in winter. In the spring they traveled to the plains to hunt and gather what they needed. Each member knew that being with the tribe was critical to his survival. Each had valuable skills that helped the group survive.

They cared for each other because they all realized each person's importance in the work of living. They needed each other in the search for food and shelter, for healing, for protection, and for facing all matters of life and death. Everything they ate and wore came from materials found nearby and was made by someone they knew. They were a part of everything around them, and everything around was a part of them.

In winter, to help pass the time, the wise elderly ones told stories. One of the stories went like this: "In autumn the Plant God sleeps and goes underground, taking the green plants with him. The Bird Goddess flies away, grieving his departure. The Ice Goddess replaces the Bird Goddess, bringing winter, scouring the earth with her icy breath, soaring overhead with strong wings, and carrying those who die to the afterlife. In the spring, the Plant God is reborn, and the Bird Goddess returns, bringing new life with her."

One year, after a very hard winter, the food was nearly gone, and the people became worried and quarrelsome. A hunting party of strong, brave men had come back empty-handed. They wondered if they must risk the wind and ice again in search of food. The children complained that they were hungry. The elders held a special council to discuss the problem. Then they announced, "The days are growing longer and it is nearly time for the Bird Goddess and the Plant God to return. Our supplies are low and if we are to survive we must all go out in search of food. We cannot wait until we weaken with hunger."

To stay warm, they wrapped themselves in animal hides and furs. They emerged together from the sheltered rocky caves, ready to begin the journey. To protect the weak and frail from the icy blast, they formed a cluster for the walk with the strongest on the outside of the group. The children walked in the center of the group. None of them were afraid, because this journey had been made each year for many decades, and they knew of sheltered places where they could stop and rest along the way.

On the second day of the

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