I think maybe people meditate to find spirited story in the land. It is why the human animal seeks out a movement practice, psychotherapist, self-analyze, contemplate dreams, make art. It is why we read, dance, blow a conch, read science, leverage a poem, pray, tell a story, “make story”, “make war”, go on a pilgrimage. We gather sensory tones to store in our bones. Then sit at the fire and “feel up” a song that will best sing the song in our bones, releasing the truths that sing the words that have been stored.
While at the fire waiting to release a song, some good questions arise. What tones have i gathered and stored? What war has separated and silenced my rhythm, buried my song of “peace”? What does it take to release the song from my internal wind chambers and sing in harmony with all the land, releasing words into the wind that guide? Where is my soul song? What is a sole song?
Many questions arise, some reminding me to tune my body as a instrument of the land.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I RAN FREE?
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I STALKED A LAND SONG?
HOW DO I SING THE EARTH SONG?