Good evening beautiful people, as I pick up the pen, the words begin to take form in shape, not just in ink, but with woodsmoke and starlight, the crackle and glow of open fires..
Memories and moments beyond this life, yet those of which cut a trail into the tomorrows, our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
I gaze to the great silences of the wilderness, I see the vast lakes and rivers of the North, the muskegs, swamps and expanses of the wild tundra, the silent barren lands beyond all roads.
I see the mountain ranges, the high ridges and songs of the Appalachians. The storytellers of the deep mountains, storytelling in Appalachian culture it runs deep. That music came over from Scotland and Ireland and England in to the Appalachian Mountains and Ozark Mountains,
They will always be there, beyond you and I
Many of you may remember the 1952 wooden sailing skiff/ dingy that myself and Dad were restoring during lockdown, which we bought back to life over those years, we had her repainted, and renamed as" Daisy " sadly in recent weeks, after all that work, we discovered a huge amount of wet rot in the back of the boat, hidden in her buoyancy tanks..
Ceremonially we said goodbye and with grace we moved onwards..
I have for many, many years, felt the pull of traveling by water, to harness tide and current, as way of traversing the moving and everchanging landscape! To become a part of it.. To live with the land, rather than from it.
A few weeks back I shared one of my first ever guides had re -appeared, a Comanche indigenous elder, from the plains, standing in the doorway, the question is why? I have always said that when it comes to spirit contact, all information is information.. Its about deep listening and feeling its message with all your heart.
Its message began to reveal itself , and through my dreams and beautiful coincidences, I have been led to some beautiful stories by a character known as " Grey Owl " my guide was signposting that 1st nation wisdom..
And excitedly The Way Of The Paddle
The Canadian Canoe -
“The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, and of a freedom almost forgotten.”
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