The Archaeologist's Prayer

I give thanks to this sacred land.

I call in the spirit of our ancestors who dwelled on these grounds.

I ask permission to enter, to walk in your footsteps, to disturb the soil you blessed and left.

I call in the directions, I call on the elementals, the above and below, the within and the without.

I call on the Ancestors of the North, the past, the Relatives of the South, the future.

The Sun journeying from East to West, I praise the Midheaven and the dark Night.

I give thanks to the numerous Moons who shone upon these lands and gave multiple blessings upon it, the star shine, the planetary dust who made the soil fertile and charged.

I give thanks to the Water that kept it moist and helped birth seeds and gave life to plants, a kiss onwards to sprout, bloom, live, wither and die and go back into cycle.

The Snow, the Storms, Breezes and Winds.

I salute the Spirit of the Animals, who crossed here and gave their life to nourish this people in accordance with balance between the realms and the beings in them.

I ask forgiveness for trespassing, I ask for safe passage while we are here seeking to understand you, the past and thus our legacy, to help better reconnect us to the natural ways and rites we forgot along time, impress us to remember how to tell the stories of your ways.

Thank you for holding us, thank you for showing us the way back and thus the way forward.

Sacred Earth: May my feet always kiss your brow and my steps be aligned with your heartbeat.