The Old Ways

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.