Walking Softly

Flying Geese Sculpture - Kinsale, Eire

A lovely quiet weekend - sometimes life grants us the time to let go and do the little things we have delayed enjoying.  Like planting flowers that have been sitting in their little containers on my front stoop for over a week waiting for their permanent home in the garden.  Catching up on getting new contacts in my computer.  Putting away out-of-season clothes and organizing summer ones.  Finishing the book I began a week ago.  Studying the notes I took over the last year of shamanic training and finding information I didn't even know I had.  Making gentle decisions about what is truly important.  Sifting and sorting.  Clarifying.  Getting down to the bones.  Asking Who am I?  A question I keep asking but  never expect to fully answer - perhaps near death?  I had my first practice session of the death rites and learned so much it will take time to absorb it all and be ready to learn more.  Thought I had a long-range view of life until yesterday I met a man who is planning to live to 125!  My 110 seems wimpy now.  But then he is part Native American - a culture by which I have long been intrigued.  And the Celtic way.  I think it is their deep connection "to the land" that gets to me.  I am finding myself deepening my own connection to Mother Earth and all she holds.  Learning to "walk softly - the beauty way."