Thursday, 1 September 2011
A wildwood journey
The hedge witch sat under her world tree, her feet bare, hair loose; her basket of charms by her side.
She watched the sun set & the light retreat from the land, seeing the fire edged clouds shape shift & understanding their message.
She embraced the peace of the day's end & let her soul fly free across the darkening Hills. She smelled the earth & the bark of the tree pungent in her nostrils & heard underground creatures begin to stir. The crows in the woods cawed sleepily as they began to roost & all became still.
The witch rested her head against the rough bark of her beloved tree & as she heard the distant sound of the shaman's drum she knew it was time. Slowing her breath she let go & allowed herself to slip between the worlds.
Her shaman friend was there to greet her in the Underworld caverns. He reached out his hand & shivering slightly she stepped into his boat. The oars cut quietly through the dark waters & together they slipped into the mists, owl flying before them as silent as the mist itself.
The shaman's torch grew brighter & the witch began to make out the beautiful river they were travelling along & the souls walking its banks. She did not feel afraid. She felt at peace amongst the spirits & winged ones.
Her heart ached to know more, but sounds from the outer world penetrated her senses. The shaman heard too & took her to shore & as she kissed his cheek in gentle gratitude he was gone.
Standing firmly on the river's grassy bank she saw that he had given her a wooden staff with owl carved into its top. She smiled & knew that when she was ready to return to this place of wild wood wisdom & mystery she would not be alone.....