"Any day can be a Threshold Day
if approached in the proper way."
Darion Gracen, Clan Douglas
I had been 'out-beyond' --
out beyond the breathless constriction
of the Sharp-Edged World.
The morning had been spent reading
poems by the "Japanese Druid", Bashō.
attune the heart-mind
to pay attention
in the best of ways;
to the spirit of place
to that which is stuck, stored, or moving within one's own body
to what the ancestors are saying
to what is being said by the Spirit of the Times.
'Follow the Creative. Return to the Creative,' he says.
When you leave the Sharp-Edged World behind
you leave the Sharp-Edged Times behind.
With tendons in my legs
aching for a jaunt,
I slithered like a Welsh dragon
through deep ravines and high hills.
I became so aligned with the numen of the trees
even the herds of deer
merely gave me a glance
as I sauntered through them.
Beside the River of Painted Rocks,
an abandoned stone croft
reminded me of Scotland.
An old bamboo forest
reminded me of Bashō and Japan.
I offered tobacco to the spirits
who walked this land
and walk it still.
I sat enveloped in the kind of silence
that heals the soul of long-held burdens.
A reverie began.
Eyes in sockets.
Seed in a beak.
Knife in a sheath.
Ghillies for feet.
Wood beam for a roof.
Flagstone for a hearth.
Moonlight rippling on the surface of moving water.
Then, a woven strand of words
dripped down through sunlit branches.
Everything is being held.
Everything eventually finds its place.
It's how lost souls come to remember their face.
Air held within lungs.
A vision of years guiding us along.
uttered, sung, writ ---
all for the one
who most needs to hear it.
can be a Threshold Day
if approached in the proper way...
...but you have to surrender your armor
to receive the embrace
of Valley Spirit Woman.
image: Benn McGuinness