My Mom was very keen on posture, carriage and, bearing. She didn’t let her back touch the chair in the dining room. When we were kids, my sister and I walked around the house with books on our heads, to learn to control our gait. Years of walking, bicycle riding, dancing, have given me a certain gait and with it, a rolling sense of confidence, poise, grace and strength.
Honorable Shamans and Fellow Pagans, this is the best way I can describe my “bearing,” but to me, this basic body/mind connection is also a shamanic tool.
If I need to, I can pull up a great deal of energy, determination, strength, just by walking through the doorway into a building or down a long corridor. It may have something to do with moving through liminal space; I don’t know. I just become taller. My wing span unfolds.
… ” wearing my long wing feathers as I fly, wearing my long wing feathers as I fly, I circle around, I circle around, the boundaries of the Earth.”
Share your peace with Mother Earth, Father Sky and the Bog Waters all around us.
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Whale Maiden-Suburban Shaman 