I come out into the clearing where the light is different.
The journey through the trickier terrain is instructive, teaching about the shadows and the night of the soul. The journey is deep – more than it is long – to the inner place and is a homecoming, a luminosity.
The trick is go back and remember. How easily we forget when we are too busy to listen to our lives.
The heartbeat of my wildness, the drums, the dancing, the face paint, emblems reflected on cave walls, a celebration.
Back from the hunt.
The silence is a refuge, a solitude. It is in the clearing, and where the foliage blocks out the sun.
There is no loneliness, landing lightly, on a wing.
I turn around to bird song, hearing a sound of the numinous, a mystery taking flight.