The first steps on the Druid path aren’t the most important. In fact, it is the continuing progress we make along our path that is crucial to understanding the nature of our spirituality. However, simply finding a path in the first place can be the most difficult task of all.
Leaves, golden and deep, russet red, fell to the forest floor as I climbed to the summit. I could smell the burgeoning leaf mould amid the acrid pines, winter on the wind. As I approached the tree line I knew he was there, waiting for me. I changed quickly from coyote to woman and stepped out of the shade into the autumn sunshine. The wind was cool, and the view from the mountaintop was spectacular, as the fall colours glistened in the lazy golden glow. I stepped forward towards the crystal clear pool, and cupped my hand, drinking the clear, cold liquid. A small yellow leaf fell into the pool as I finished drinking, and twirled there in the breeze.
I gazed a while at the little leaf, floating on the water, before turning away and approaching my guide. He stood, his leathers and feathers blowing in the afternoon wind. He looked out over the lands and sky before him, silent. I stood next to him, silent too for a space.
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Thank you for your wise words. -
You're very welcome! x
