Azura smiled softly,<br/>"Then go, follow your instincts. They have never led you astray. Your totem has taught you many lessons, trusting yourself is only one of them."<br/><br/>Bronagh turned to go but stopped and turned back. "Is the earthquake a sign that my totem was angry with me?"<br/><br/>The shaman stopped ladling stew and cross the hard packed earth floor. She put her hand on Bronagh's cheek, searching the woman's face. Azura's serious hazel eyes left nothing unseen  and finally she spoke,<br/><br/>"The Earth is restless and turns in her sleep. The seasons have come and gone, perhaps she is near to wakening. Life goes on. Death and  abandonment are parts of the circle of life. From the death of winter, comes the tender plants of spring. From the abandonment of the mother eagle comes the necessity of flight for the eaglets. Do not despair."<br/><br/>Bronagh stiffened and pulled away, hurrying to leave. Azura watched her go and wondered at the words. The shaman often did not know of what she spoke, but she did know that the spirits spoke through her.<br/><br/>Standing with her hands on her hips, she looked over the meager gathering that Bronagh had brought. A smile crossed her face. Just the right grasses to finish the pattern on the large basket. Azura settled herself on a mat and commenced to work.