Shamanic Earth Arts
I travel the woodlands in my mind and on foot. I thought about the adventure and manifested it. And so, here I am now. My Home. I go far back into the ravines and gullies of the Earth, with my stick and boots and hat. It is wet and cold and silent, except for the faint trickling of water falling or flowing somewhere further on. I stop by each tree and feel its energy and look for signs of Nature’s gifts. I find a feather, see a bud and a seed, locate an old bone, or a shell. I make my way up and down hillsides, and my breath quickens from the exertion. I see my breath on the breeze. My heart pounds in my chest, but I know it is not totally from the hike, but from my inner fire of excitement at being at one ,on the land, with my Mother, the Earth. The sun shines weakly through the trees, at dawn. There is fog, and wisps of dewy moisture on the tree tips. I didn’t come here alone. My relations on many levels are here with me. My shadow ‘selves’, are here. My goodness and badness. The ’I AM‘. The creatures of the forest are here, and I hear a scurrying rustle in the leaves on the forest floor and the voice of my Ancestors, and Spirit Guides help me navigate the forest and glens, as I search for blending and connection. I hear their ’call’. I give thanks and make offerings of Prayers, Sage smoke and corn meal, seeds and tobacco. I re-emerge with the soil, plants and trees. The canopy of the loving Mother’s arms protect me and shelter me from the wide open Father sky, and secure my faith in myself. The roots of my Being are here. I am rooted in the moment. I know this Path. I am the Path.