Shamanic Pathways 01 - quiet thoughts.
May. 5th, 2009 03:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonvoiceMy animal companion, or 'pet', Moet - a champagne tabby - has spent most of today lounging in the sunbeams by the blinds I left open specifically for him. Specifically so he could lounge in front of them.
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.
We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.
So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?
I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.
When do you unleash? And how?
Sometimes it's easy to forget that I live with a feline who has the leashed spirit of tigers and lions inside of him, until of course I see him playing, or his blown black pupils pop up over my bed, a second before he wraps himself around my foot, all claws and teeth.
We too, are humans with the leashed spirits of primates and goodness knows what else inside of us. We sit at our computers, we lie docile in our beds at night (or some of us do), we cook our meals and live our lives leashed by society, jobs, sometimes even our friends and families.
So when do our pupils dilate black with the sheer joy of the hunt? When do we unleash and play for the sake of playing? When do we climb, run, crawl, frolic and revel in our environments and surroundings? Do you know what furniture would carry your weight if you jumped on it? Have you ever hid, breathless, waiting for a friend to come round the door before shouting 'BOO!' and revelling in this jump of fear?
I unleash, sometimes, in the otherworlds. Specifically, in my 'starting place' (no really, one day I will give it a name), in the middle-realms. I am lucky to have a few spirit helpers who remind me that I am not just a leashed creature, someone's animal companion, but a fierce and at times ferocious spirit. Capable of holding great power, and - when necessary - letting it go. Play is serious business.
When do you unleash? And how?
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Date: 2009-05-05 03:07 pm (UTC)Anyway, one is Camp! Brushwood up in NY State is by far the only place I completely feel at home to do whatever comes to mind without the fear of social taboos and ramifications.
The second is driving. This one gets quite illegal but sometimes I just need the excitement and this is the way I feel free. I know my truck has a governor at 114mph (183 kmh) and there's a stretch of highway in Ohio (ironically on the way to Camp!) where I occasionally travel 48 miles (77.2 kilometers) in 25 minutes. Luckily (for me and the cops) I don't have to "bust a nut" frequently, and just a long drive will do nicely. Roadtrips are essential to my happy existence.
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Date: 2009-05-06 12:07 am (UTC)I'm a big fan of long drives myself, they make a big difference and let me 'zone out' and become a part of the journey.
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Date: 2009-05-06 03:32 am (UTC)As far as the more specific animal sense... hmmm. I suppose then it would be primal. In the summer I'll rip into a steak with my bare hands, or well there's always a primal kind of sex. :)
*sigh* neither of those I'm getting enough of these days, either.