I just spent 10 days in California traveling on business. It was a very demanding trip and I have to say I really do not like Silicon Valley. It is an ugly place that has a major addiction to the frontal lobe and the pursuit of money. Part of being a druid though is the commitment to finding inspiration in all places and situations. We are obligated to hearing and acknowledging the song. We don’t have to love all aspects of Nature but we most certainly have to respect them. The gods of intellect and trade are part of Nature and we need to negotiate respectful relationship with them. It was a real challenge this time around :>)
When we are in difficult places the need to center, ground and listen becomes more vital to finding the relationships that bring inspiration. It is times like this when I wonder if Listening is all the spiritual knowledge/teaching/theology we ever need. Presence is vital. Presence is built upon rooting in the mud and blood. And from there we need to listen before any action is taken.
No matter what I think of California, I have to admit the gods of travel are a wonder. The jet that flew me across this continent in a matter of hours is sheer magic. Leaving the ground and dancing with the sky gods is always a source of deep inspiration for me. So in honor of them I offer up this poem:
I am the hawk who flies seven miles high
I am the talon that grips the branch
I am the branch that shades the ground
I am the ground where my ancestors sleep
I am the sleep that brings the dream
I am the dream that calls the song
I am the song from which all life flows
…into and out of being
Thoughts on the wind,
Snowhawke /|\
The Animist Druid 
Kevin, thank you for this beautiful post and poem. The way each line relates to the one before it mirrors how we can move through our days trusting the links.. We really don’t need a GPS to guide us because the living container carries us in its own “gyrescope”. Did I just make up that word??? I do chuckle sometimes at my friends who depend on their handheld gizmo’s and miss the turn because they’re not witnessing the landscape flowing past the car.
“I am the dream that calls the song
I am the song from which all life flows
…into and out of being.”
Your post leaves me singing. Thank you.
Great post! You don’t post frequently but it’s certainly worth watching just in case. 😉
“Listening is all the spiritual knowledge/teaching/theology we ever need.”
I like that. It could just be my new motto.
Chris,
Thank you very much for the kind post. I am going to make an effort to post more often. Life just got way too full. A quieter time is coming. Thanks again.
Be well and blessings,
Snowhawke /|\