I, Quetzalli, daughter of the sacred valley, speak of the Wheel of Life. It is the circle, the sacred circle, that turns like the seasons and like the steps of the ancient ones. I see it not only with my eyes, but with my heart, for it is in the heart that all truths are revealed.

In the East, where the sun rises and the birds sing the first song, I feel the breath of the fire. It is the spirit of new beginnings, the innocence of childhood. Here, we walk with the young feet of the eagle, soaring high into the sky, reaching for the wisdom of the stars. In the East, I call upon the light to enter our bodies, to fill us with purpose.

Then I turn to the South, where the sun burns hot and the rivers run full. This is the land of the heart, where the water speaks, and the soul dances like the young deer in the grass. The South is red with life, with blood, with passion. It is here we learn the songs of love and pain, for they are the same song. I speak to the spirits of the South to bless the hearts of those who walk the path, to help them understand their emotions, to grow strong like the great trees.

In the West, I turn my face to the setting sun. It is here, where the earth holds the secrets of the ancestors. The West is where we gather what we have planted, where we harvest the fruits of our lives. The spirits of the night whisper here, telling us to reflect, to learn, to understand. I listen to the bear, the great teacher of introspection, as he walks in the shadow, guiding us to look within ourselves.

Finally, I turn to the North, the land of the white wind. It is the land of the old ones, of wisdom, of the snow that purifies the land. The North teaches us patience, for it is the place of rest, of waiting, of deep knowing. Here, the buffalo walks, strong and wise, teaching us to honor the gifts of the earth, to live with humility. In the North, the air is clear, and the voice of the Great Spirit is carried on the wind. I ask the spirits of the North to bring wisdom and clarity, to remind us that even in the cold, there is life.

And so the Wheel turns, again and again. We are the circle, we are the seasons. Life is a prayer, and the Medicine Wheel is the path we walk, each step a song, each breath a lesson.

I give thanks to the East, to the South, to the West, and to the North. I give thanks to the spirits who guide us and remind us of the sacred balance we must carry within.