WILD PLACES

[Gabrielle Dean]

WILD PLACES

A voice crying in the wilderness.

The call of the Spirit does not come

In quiet places of comfort.

 

It beckons us from wild places: that interior wilderness

Just outside the walls of polite society

 

The dark woods where we are afraid

We may meet the stranger

It is the risky land of encounter.

 

The invitation of the Spirit is to go out by going in.

To question what we know. To encounter what we fear.

 

We are purified not with drops of water

But with beads of sweat.

 

Steven Charleston -Spirit Wheel, Mediations from an (American) Indigenous Leader