Promontory

It took three hours to reach the mountain. Climbing up from the creek bed, I could see the promontory jutting out ahead and above me. We picked our way up the side of the hill between the trees. She breathed hard as we paused to look up and ahead and down behind where we'd just come from.

I knew this place. I'd seen it in a waking dream, many times. I knew this place in my heart, though I'd never been there before. I'd been working my way here for a long long time.

I'd ride for a few miles, then walk for the better part of one mile. As we climbed the steeper parts, I held on to the saddle horn and let her pull me along, just trying to keep my feet out from under her hooves. If you get the rythm its not too hard. Breathe, breathe, breath. I love the creak of the leather; the smell of the resinous pine trees. Pause to catch a breath and hear the sound of a rock rolling down the hillside somewhere up ahead.

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The archetypes moved down the mountain side.
Easter Island heads.
Rocky slope.
One to the east,
One to the west

I moved through the forest
A presence. Seeing
Hearing and sensing.

The light comes down through the green leaves
Filtered. Dappled.
The snap of a twig.
Water moving over rock, and falling
Laughing

The forest is alive
Breathing. Sensing.
Waiting to see what happens next
Waiting for the watcher to be gone
And returning back….

Sense the archetypes when they are here.
Walk between the …..
Sign posts?…..trees?…the rocks?
Between and through a doorway…
Into the other land….

Touch the power..
Learn to be comforted by
a closeness to the power..
Sense and feel.

You cannot direct.
Things unseen
I didn’t even dream of

Let go.
Over and over and over again
Let go a million times
And then again…..

Let all the tension fade
And then the field of the herd
Can be felt
In that place that was locked away
By worry.