Friday, April 20, 2012
Mums the word
There are just about as many people willing to accept the idea of shamanship here as anywhere else in the U.S. - probably. But here in buttoned down Washington DC, it's best if we shamans practice behind the veil. It's OK to be a shaman, but not so ok to admit it publicly.
If I lived in Taos or Boulder, Madison, Austin, Savannah, Charlottesville, Seattle, L.A., New York, or any one of those little towns in upstate New York, etc., it wouldn't be hard to locate a community of like minded folks with which to share and learn. I could shout it from the mountaintops, "I AM SHAMAN!!!!" No one would care.
But here in Washington DC we keep these things on the down low. We are very subterranean, as befits a swamp. I guess!
All this begs the question of why I continue, year after year, to live, move and park my butt in Washington DC.
When I question my spirit guides about this, they are kind. They pat me on the back (such as spirit guides are able). Then, inevitably, one of them will whisper in my ear, "Reya! You're exactly where you're supposed to be!"
OK. But sometimes I wonder!