Medicine keepers of the city

Carrie JordanShamanism

I was getting off the bus and getting my mail, pondering the medicine keepers of the city. It can be a challenge to be a medicine keeper in the city. We belong in the wilderness. We want to live in the backcountry, maybe in a cabin deep in the woods or the mountains with a fire burning and a slower lifestyle with lots of room for the sacred.

Yet we show up where we are needed in the mainstream. We are needed in the cities as intermediaries between the land and the community. We are teachers, healers, light warriors. We tirelessly make room for the sacred where there appears to be no room at all for the sacred.

I was feeling a bit sad that I have to look harder for the magic in the concrete jungle. And then I *noticed* the bees buzzing and among the flowers of this Russian sage bush.

The magic, right there in front of me, in the middle of the city.

And I realize I don’t have to look very hard at all. It’s in the weeds growing up through the cracks in the concrete and the call of the crows talking to me. All we need to do is let go of the distractions, tune in, and *notice* the magic, it is always there for us.