Duir

DUIR: Celtic reference for Oak that means :"doorway."

Just outside the south-facing back window, a white oak doorway into "world," and what is that?  And why this separation of self and world?

A cluster of white oaks, once part of a savannah ecosystem, but with young oaks beginning to rise, in close communication and nurturance from the larger "mother" oaks--already here long before me. [The first house here, next door to the West, where the inhabitant at that time found North American Indian artifacts overflowing in the creek below. And the backyard of this house being largely a sandbar for the gushing waters of the melting glacial ice of the Des Moines Lobe, some 10,000 years past.]

6/23/2015:  The Oak King has ruled the "waxing of the year with strength, courage, and endurance."  Now, in this Celtic Old Way, we enter into the waning part of the year.

For all of its age-old similar conceptualization with our post-modern, post-industrial, cybernetic intelligence, we still clings to this here and that there--so very narrow a view.

We still argue over whether or not there is a climate change that we have caused.  But there is no question that we could erase the battle and look at how we are destroying the Earth, period.

Shamanism, at its heart, is not conceptual, not a feel-good, not a healing--more of a responsiveness, more of an opening.

Why something framed as ancestral, primitive when we are inside a mass extinction of eco-diversity?