Call for a walkabout in dreamtime...

Indigenous people have always fascinated me...those who make living in harmony with their surroundings, seeing themselves AS nature rather than apart from it. From the Native Americans, the Anasazi to the Inuit to Aboriginal groups to some of the remote tribes in Africa - I would really like to learn more about their world.

A book I read recently gave me a glimpse into what we believe the Anasazi's life was like, as seen through the eyes/heart of a western wanderer (Soul of Nowhere by Craig Childs) - and I've just started reading Songlines (a book about some of our neighbors down under)  - which started my thoughts toward dreamtime...and how the walkabout is very much a part of their lives.

So, hmmmm, perhaps I will look upon my time as a nomad - as my "purely westernized" version of a dreamtime - and try to learn what I can from these cultures as I make my way eastward - then west, but alas only stopping at our own shores. Yeah, it won't come even close to the experience because regardless, I will only see things through my westernized mind, but perhaps - just maybe - I'll feel a nano-second of connection as they do - and That will be more than today.

On this note, I stayed home yesterday to continue my frantic packing - and lo and behold - at NOON, the deer and her fawn came out of the woods in my backyard and wandered about. The Native Americans believe that seeing a deer is a call to new adventure, so isn't it appropriate that I see them now (and I had not seen them for a couple of months now, so it made my heart smile). The last two Sundays that I went into the office, I also saw a deer (only one) in the yard outside the building.

I do like the sentiment of seeing nature's messages around me, urging me toward my destiny.  Life, she is indeed...awe inspiring.