ysabetwordsmith posted a poem titled "
Urban Shamans", and it got me thinking.
I call myself a shamanic practitioner, because nobody has specifically called me a shaman before. I try to avoid titles like that, associated with First Peoples, because I have been sensitized to the fact that these are names that they give, not ones a person takes for themselves.
But still, if you practice that way (as if practice makes you one! it's a calling first) then you are called to a particular venue. For a member of a tribe, generally they are called to serve their tribe. For someone called to keep a city, or a forest, that is their loyalty. For me?
I don't know.
I love cities. I love woods and fields, but I'd miss my computer eventually. I'm iffy on rural living, being dependent on grocery stores and entertainment, but if you have what you need then it can be good. But I'm not called specifically to serve a city or a place of any kind.
I'm called as a Light. But in the context of shamanism, of being a healy person, of joining two sides of matter and spirit... I don't have a venue. It's just where I am, and who needs me. Sometimes I go to them, sometimes they come to me.
Maybe I am a pathless man.
We'll see.