A Shamanic Saturday Afternoon - Photo by Gilbert Ross
Last Saturday I went for a bit of Soul Hiking up in the northwestern part of the island (see here). I didn’t take much with me…just my camera, some water and my soul.
The weather was fantastic. That part of the island has some magic in it which I can’t explain better than a picture I took (above) and a poem I wrote here below:
The north-westerly wind chanted prayers in my ears
Its salt-laden mouth weaved words in languages strange
The waves below crashed into riddles of brittle sound
A prelude to tales of near and distant seas unbound
The heavens echoed white plumes of remembrance
Clouds of fleeting memories against a darkening canvas
Wild thyme incensed the air with seductive smells
An offering to the skies born out of rituals and spells
I descended down the rocky hills as faithful as a pilgrim
Mindfully securing my feet in a slow apologizing pace
The rocks were in slumber, entranced by the moving shadows
Silently I walked into the secrets of these enchanted meadows
The mystic light played with the clouds for a while
Then lit up the sea with pools of incandescent gold
Dazzled I sat down on the edge of this weathering land
My disentangled heart floated away like shifting sand
I hope you liked it. If you did I wouldn’t mind if you share it along just to light up those unispiring Mondays 
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It’s beautiful, mysterious and enchanting. A place I want to rest.