Walking softly on the earth

Walk in beauty she said. These were her last words as we left the gathering. I interpreted this statement differently three decades ago than I do today.

I discovered  through experience that shamanism existed. The practice has taken me through a rich process of healing or cleansing that only the good earth can offer. She said it would be a powerful walk – one that only good spirit could hold. How I begged to not be engaged in this way– the immense power and responsibility are so much to bare. I travelled far and still they anointed me. Through the first years of service I enjoyed the revelation. How prayer and practice detailed an assignment of care. Most clients relished the hope of learning simple rattle practice, where beauty was the product of heartfelt consciousness. My sacred name - given in ceremony long ago - told of an ancient matriarchal way – a path that women know instinctively - a way of care for community and elders.

When this view of Shamanism is accepted – the healing process in community is continual. Regardless of what transpires, collective works to maintain a way of humility and respect for the good earth and the wisdom of old.

In a fragmented world, this view is challenging as it paints complexity. This way of work cannot hold without the whole. As I look to the fields – admire the resiliency of the earth I live on – I know she will dictate the call regardless. And those designated will hear. It’s like that shamanism. You can’t ignore the practicality and ingenuity that feeds all. 

Ring of heart ​

There's a song the old ones sing

Of brilliant fields and colored sand

With the reach of all who know

Ring of heart and healing hands

There's a plea the old ones say

Keep the power with the land

Place the shield in protection of

​The spirit of the band