Venturing into the Misty Mountains with Mick Dodge, Barefoot SenSay, we form tribe to learn skills of primal, practical play, creative crafting and making "story."
Blessings of the Misty Mountain Quest
In this Misty Mountain home,
Earth, tree, water, stone,
Sound in me an ancient tone,
Finding my comfort zone.
'Mid giant majesty,
Soft-draped moss-strewn tapestry,
Finding their weave in me.
While in my hammock lay,
Bubbling river songs relay,
Dip naked: cool water, root, limb and clay,
Finding among them new ways to play.
In the misty morning air,
Kingfisher, eagle, songs we share,
Touch each stone and place with care,
Finding "stone family," I weep there.
Spot a lichen-coated driftwood shaft,
With saw and knife blade, a calming craft,
"Hoh H2O," my rain stick staff,
Finding a friend to foot the path.
On a Misty Mountain Quest
Exploring my comfort zone,
apart from the rest,
Winding upriver, silt-lined glacial pool, a test,
Finding my dance, in pure waters I'm blessed.
In a circle of sharing we are all bound
To story our quest, hidden secrets we've found.
Pulling food from our packs, we offer around,
Finding tribe among humans on this sacred ground.
In these encounters, I ask the Earth to"Teach me,
"Listening to understand with honor, humor, humility.
Heart open in a land unbranded by human greed,
Finding my home amid nature's ecstasy.
Walking Mountain & Exuberant Animal