Shamanic Journey

really, it's a shamanic journey, each morning walk brings to a non-ordinary reality, magical in all that I view even if once it might have seemed mundane. This actually began during the Covid-19 lock down along with some growing concern for my father's more fragile health, feeling that I should remain close to the house to frequently check in. With shorter walks confined to my neighborhood a wilderness of inches began to show and from there expand to a larger world at hand. 

a transformation of my view.

every morning is different, a new wilderness is shown, and there's another shamanic journey that transports me to a participatory view. The magic is in that transformation, it's not that I become anything other then I am, but that I lessen my hold on the ordinary reality of my regular world and embrace the morning as my own extraordinary unfolding, seamless, consciousness in the fullness of its grace and wonder. It's the way things always are - and yet I had never really seen it this way before, or at least seldom, and now it's the common transformation of my morning.

 and never less than magical. 

everything shines with energy, life-force, an essence that expands to reach me in reflection - I am exactly what I view now, and that's the shamanic journey in full. From every blade of grass and the insects that crawl between them, with each tree and its seamless reach of branch to air and roots spread deep beneath me, streams and pond, animals in tentative steps of  morning exploration - this what I am, all of it, an inclusive view through a singular witness. 

it's just life happening, participatory...

and I find myself included.

sort of, the truth is that I've disappeared within the view, no longer a seer, but just the scenery now, consciousness in awareness of itself through the variety of its display. Of course words fail in this description, and that I write this from an office that seems shielded from the larger world. Yet even here there's a hint of that largeness, a seamless quality remains through the words that now appear. There will be another shamanic journey...

a new morning awaits to greet me. 

~

Peace, Eric