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White-Skunk seeks medicine VI…


… “There is nothing I fear!” sang Skunk going his way, “there is just nothing I fear! Should a boulder roll at me as I pass I would squirt it with musk and blast it into a thousand pieces, there is nothing I fear! Should a pine tree fall over me I would squirt it with musk and split it into a thousand splinters, there is nothing I fear!”

Just then Skunk stopped in his tracks for a thought had come to him.

A long buried memory of the one thing that he did fear.

“Just one thing I fear,” went the song before Skunk could stop it, and that made Skunk even more nervous. He started running to and fro from one side of the valley to the other, “Only one thing I fear,” went the song as Skunk wheedled his way up the valley.

 Rice-Bird, who had been feigning death in Skunk’s back pack the whole time could hear all his prattling.

“Oh, I do wish Skunk would name his fear,” thought Rice-Bird.

“There is one thing I fear so I will have to name it,” went on Skunk.

“Oh good,” thought Rice-Bird.

“The thing I fear is whistling, the thing I fear is whistling!”

With his fear out in the open of the wide valley, Skunk became even more frightened and he bolted at top speed up the valley…

to be continued

Been a while…

Shamanic Paths

Fox and Raven plot alchemical shenanigans
(Image Robert Helman)

…hope to be back to catch up shortly.

I never seem to recognise it when it starts. Always creeps up, and before you know it I’m in nesting mode. Not the good type of nesting; much more the “build the walls thick, strong and high” type nesting. Shut out the world; settle into this massive, warm duvet. Sleep for a month. Maybe one more…

That type of nesting.

The Work goes on. The bone deep weariness turns into physical pain. Push through. Must be an old injury. Yet it persists; in glorious waves of sharp, incessant, dragging anguish. Tired, so tired. Why am I SO tired? There is Work to be done! There is, also, work to be done! That can wait. The paperwork forms its own nest on an already overburdened desk…

My first clue is usually the desire…

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