From Shaman’s Circle, 1996, by Nancy Wood
What have I learned during this life of falling often on a path that
offered me direction I did not take? The language of snails.
Why did I ignore the advice of those who had lived a long time?
So that I could embrace my own mistakes.
Who was willing to accompany me on my painful journey?
Myself alone, dragging along the shadows of experience.
What shall I give to those ready to embark upon an even steeper
An open heart. Resistance to despair. Laughter. Most of all,
The love of birds, animals, and spirits who watched my progress and said,
Though you have arrived, you are nowhere at all.