Wild Altars and Holy Wanderings
Reflections on the Spirit of Place

Holy Wanderings
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I come to nature to see again,
more than to see, to behold.
And, to feel the solace of being seen,
to feel again the essence of my being,
to connect with my ancestors, all my relations,
to listen for my vision.
I come as artist and pilgrim seeking revelation.
I come for communion. 

I come for reverence and wonder.
Perhaps, I have forgotten again
and know a dryness of spirit.
At times I am the seed fallen far from the tree
and, I am bereft.
I come because the landscape will bless me
with my soulscape, once again. 

I come because I am wind
seeking the sounds and swirls of my soul.
I come because I am water seeking vessels.
I come because I am earth longing
to feel the touch of feet, paws, and beaks.
I come because I am fire
needing to burn away old growth.
I come because I must fly, and swim,
and root, and roar,
or die. 
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I come because it is all that I know
but, that which I can never wholly remember.
I come for initiation -again.
I come for the way in beauty.
I come to worship.