On a cold November morning
the sounds of the wind
and rushing tide awaken me
amidst the silent trees.
Winter here is closing in
and I must find new footing.
The grief of the land
is quiet, unassuming,
so I let myself drop
into the deep earth
where the ancestors wait,
chanting their welcome
to this wandering son.
Heka ho my grandfather cries,
and smiling my grandmother
casts the runes of what must be.
Nothing is wrong she says,
only falling leaves
and the movement of wind
across the water.
Travel where you will
but remember this sanctuary
where the healing of the nations
goes ever on and on.
Reading of “Healing of the Nations” with music by Gillian Welch
HAPPY NEW YEAR, Dear Brother!
I so love the way you tap into the Ancient Ones again & again. I’ll meet you there…
“Nothing Is Wrong” .. .. Amen My Brother .. .. Amen
Yes, indeed…nothing is wrong!
What a lovely reminder to engage the cloud of witnesses! The picture is gorgeous! Happy New Year.
Don……..this may be my all-time favorite of yours. I travelled many deep miles, to where my ancestors live.
just … beautiful! 🙂 I like how you felt the earth’s grief as quiet and unassuming, perhaps in contrast to the winter wind that awakened you, and so you fell into Her. What an excellent practice.
Thank you for taking us out of linear time with Grandmother “casting the runes of what must be”.
It is one of my favorites this one… comfort amidst what appears barren
From above, we know, nothing is wrong! Thank you for this treasure, Don!
This is an exceptional poem Don. It embodies the spirit of being fully present with all that we are intrinsically connected to, and the sacred essence of life.