7.02: Outside Tues + Tim - Burning the door behind me

Tim and Tuesday continue their exploration of crossroads where they discuss the importance of accepting reality, the impact of learning on our choices, and the significance of nature and rituals in healing. Tim delves into the transformative experience of his recent vision quest, the power of poetry as a means of expression, and the practical implications of spiritual journeys. Together, Tim and Tuesday emphasize the necessity of sacrifice and responsibility in making meaningful life choices. Dive in!

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“I woke up and I smelled the lake”
Original Poem by Tim Merry

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

A reminder of the promises I made
To the powers of the place
The taste of the water
On the back of my tongue
The return has begun

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

The glittering water
Dreams thrumming through my blood
My sacred word was heard
Witnessed by the wind which touches my skin
On whatever land I stand as my quest nestles in

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

Sacrifice has given me new shape
An inexorable fate
Carved in circles on my sparkling bones
Now never alone, I hear it in the tones
Of bird song: you belong, you belong, you belong

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

Reminding me of the journey I still must make
The courage to tell the sacred story
Of my new mythology
That has formed me
The sun has dawned me, the moon has called me

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

Are you there fellow travellers? In each other’s wake?
Spreading wings to fly, deep breaths to sigh
A cry Iike the loon and the owl in the night
Re shaping old familiarity with fearsome delight
Sacred tools sharpened for the fight

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

Remembering rituals no words can relate
Dragonfly, salamander, kingfisher, they know
That the shadow on the forest floor
Illuminates leaves on trees
Blowing on the sage that burns inside of me

I woke up in the night
I smelled the lake

Tasting memory that is reality, a medicine to take
Limbs tired, brain rewired
The soul’s forge fired
Melted metals taking new shape
I woke up in the night, I smelled the lake.