Why I Came
My soul cried out for a place of spaciousness
Uncontaminated by duty or urgency;
A place visited by mid-wives of the unexpected…
A land worthy of fallowness
Where even my oldest tears
Feel welcome.
In a forest safe from progress,
Earth untrammeled by hollow pursuits,
Each clean breath a balm for stubborn wounds;
A climate eager to nurse uncertainties;
An ever-present witness to the mysterious heartbeat
Of our belonging.
The gate is unlocked - the first man has arrived
The first tent has been staked to the earth;
Then dust from the second car takes flight.
Open car doors, open arms, eyes meet, brothers embrace.
Catching up begins, laughter erupts, the container is built.
Food is shared, but wait…
The call comes…
Three men and a dog are stranded fifty miles away.
A car has quit, its water dance has stopped, help is needed.
Two cars, two drivers are needed.
Two men respond and drive down the mountain.
Two and a half hours later the circle is complete.
The fire roars, drums are pounded, the talking stick is passed.
The story is begun… rather continues
The water of life keeps flowing- no matter what.
A quiet joy is felt as flame retreats into embers pulse-
As full and thankful hearts are laid to rest
Beneath the light of ancient stars
And dream world welcomes twelve new visitors.
This is just the beginning.
The joys and sorrows of being a man:
This is just the beginning.
The lover, warrior, magician and king are embodied.
This is just the beginning.
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