Sitting with stone,
Earth and oak
A canopy of birch
Above moss covered hallowed ground
A familiar scent
Sage burning
Smoke spiraling across my face
A mysterious rope
Weathered and lichen covered
Hanging from the out stretched arm of an ancient oak
Seven feet from where I sit
Just seven feet…
Looped and knotted
In the old ways of the Caledonia Highlands
A gentle wind
Quiet rhythmic movement
A ritual invocation
From distant realm
Out of the west now
It swings in my direction
And asks me questions
How shall I reply…
~Kedar S. Brown, Sept. 4, 2015
Inspired by a hike in the North West Highlands of Scotland.
