Kata - A Reluctant Shaman Story

He’s naked. Every curve of muscle, every scar and tattoo a stark contrast to the sharp lines of his body. He stands at rapt attention; his form perfect and his sword arm unwavering.  His eyes are closed as he centers and grounds himself. I love watching him like this. Drives him nuts, but he’s too disciplined to break and tell me to go away. Resting on the dew-wet grass, I sit quietly for that moment that always comes.

Every morning he comes out here and does his exercises. Some mornings it’s simple calisthenics, others he takes off for a run around the woods nearby. But today is special, and that’s why I’m out here slowly letting dew soak through my pants as the sun breaks the horizon.

The Lady At Home - A Reluctant Shaman Story

“Just breathe and listen to the metronome. Follow it’s rhythm and… “ 
 
Will’s voice hangs in the smoky air. The candles burning around us and the small brazier between us fills the air with fragrant wisps and makes everything feel closer. I sit crossed-legged in the circle he guided me to draw. I was going to travel. My first time. Will was scared, but was trying really hard to hide it. 
 
I breathe and focus my thoughts. He’s given me the images to hold to, the symbols and statements of intent I’ll need. I listen to his voice as he continues, offering guidance and providing a pattern to hold to. I breathe and let myself fall inward.