Stories find the tellers they need. They nest in us as saw-whet owls and wood ducks nest in trees. More than that, they use us to reproduce themselves. That is one of the parts – one of the few useful parts – humans appear to play in the global ecology.
Robert Bringhurst
MindWalks are trees in a forest of inquiry, well-hydrated by insights and relationships. MindWalks are a form of wayfinding by means of birdsong and good company; a meeting place where the stories that live in us, and the stories we are living in, can find each other. MindWalks are an exploration and a pilgrimage. They are a shrine by the side of the road, a place to make offerings to Earth and each other. MindWalks are a deep consideration of what we have come to understand in our apprenticeship to Earth and the ways that these understandings illuminate possibilities we might not recognize on our own. Over time, the faint outlines of a map begin to emerge, revealing a topography of reconnection. Like us, maps are curious things. Locations to visit are places of interest. The way we orient ourselves and how we measure distance are part of the key, and the symbols representing landmarks are to be found in a legend. In order to make reliable maps, we must travel in the old ways: moving humbly, slowly, on foot, carrying only what is essential. Along the way, we sketch what we see. We peer under rocks to find the right words. We listen with each other’s ears as, together, we wander the landscapes of remembering.
