(Continued from Part 1 – Disconnection. Click here to read that post first.)
It had been about four weeks with the runes when the dragon came calling.
It came from an entirely unexpected angle. I could feel things were “coming back on line” but I had no idea it would take such an unexpected turn or have such force to it. In hindsight, perhaps someone knew that they needed to drop the equivalent of a magical bomb on me to get my attention?
I had continued with my rune work by drawing a rune every day. Typically in the morning and as a meditation exercise. I was very strict with myself not to read too much into the coming day. My usual thought process was “draw the rune, reflect on the rune, watch it through the day.” As those days went by it seemed to be working and I was really enjoying getting back to what I could consider “my roots” with them.
Settle yourself in, dear reader, for this is a rambling post. I had thought to break into two smaller posts and perhaps I should have. Do let me know if posts like this are too long!
I was able to break free for half of an afternoon. The weather was rainy and I had nearly opted not to go. However, after dowsing a quick weather forecast, I was informed that, contrary to the forecasters, I would not have much to worry about in the way of rain and thunderstorms. So, tossing on my hiking shoes and grabbing my supplies, I headed out.
My work with the boundary was mostly finished. Any extra details would need to wait until Autumn as the undergrowth had simply become to thick to make any kind of decent survey and to get an exact perimeter on a map. I knew it well enough in my head and my intent for this trip was to simply get to know some of the local spirits of the place and to reconnect with Nature.
The day was cool and damp. Rain fell intermittently but there was no concern about getting drenched. Coming in at the trail and saying hello at the boundary marker, I was quickly “waved in” after a quick hello to the trees there. Because of the weather, the park and the woods were deserted. If it were not for the occasional sound of cars, I could have easily been in remote forest. Leaning against one of the trees I asked if it knew where I should go. I immediately saw a “mental movie” of me crossing the stream and walking back towards the first spring that came up and out of a rocky, limestone shelf. I couldn’t get much clearer than that!
I pulled out my rods and began. First, I was taken to the abandoned tent I had found earlier. I wanted to check the site again and the rods agreed. Because of the excessive growth and lack of clear sight lines, I missed the fallen tree where the tent had been. Of course, the rods put me back on track and led me directly to the site. Everything was the same as it was and I re-arranged the tent in it’s bag to be more visible, placing it next to the pot. The site was still well hidden, even more so with the increase in growth all around it. Someone would have to know it was there to find it again. I wondered if the tent would ever just “disappear” one day.
Moving away from there I strolled easily down a game trail towards the creek and crossed it.