“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


An old and 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.