Walking through woods on rough trails
Muddy, rocky, dangerous.
In the trees they watch and make sure I am safe.
Some are tall, dark and horned
Intimidating me to be mindful and keep straight.
Some are feathered orbs of light
Gentle and even playful to soften my step.
They are all benevolent in their own way
And they each keep the distractions
And the false maps from influencing me.
So I send my gifts of gratitude to these spirits
For keeping me on MY path,
No matter how dangerous and challenging
And no matter how glorious and fulfilling.
They know that no matter where my path ends
My way there must remain true.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
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