43"And so you come here with no question?" My shaman-kapua was sitting, propped up against a palm tree.
"That's the problem I'm sorting out. What's the next question I need to ask?"
"Oh, you work to hard at this sometimes. What is the question that the seagull asks as it rides the wind? What is the question of the tree I lean against? Does each particle of sand have a question? Why so serious - why so many why's..."
I smiled at this. He was right.
The sand was cool, the air warm, and this day on the beach was another perfect one.
The shaman picked up a stick and began drawing in the sand. "But you teach me more than I teach you. Because the way of the shaman is mystic - which means both adept and initiate. This tells me you already know the answer which you want me to give you. And si
