Reblogged from Shamanic Paths:
It feels as though my last (real) post was way back on May Day of 2018. Everything since doesn’t really count: a rant, a dream, a reblog, a rant, and an accidentally forgotten post, scheduled for a solstice I barely remember.
What I didn’t recognise, at the time of writing of it, was that that the key point wasn’t the overwhelming feeling engendered on the drive home that night, but that the snippet of the song posted would prove as much a gauntleted challenge as the affirmation I believed it to be.
Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything, take away
What’s standing in front of me
Every breath, every hour has come to this.
So it was, that 2018 became the “missing year”, largely taken up by a rather large, though friendly enough, bison and his teachings.
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