Martin Shaw writes with a rare poetic voice. He melts words and concepts in ways that sound foreign to our modern, overly-rationalistic ears, giving the text a very dynamic, breathing quality. The occasional vagueness of his language allows for the words to conjure up meaning and insight unique to each reader. No story is ever told the same way twice.
This book is for a particular type of person, those who prefer expansive concepts like soul, wildness, and mind, rather than sterile alternatives like brain, laws, or laboratory. Shaw says, "If you the reader are satisfied with the whole of your life, if everything seems well appointed and steadily on course, if you remain untroubled by the state of world affairs, the vanishing forests, and the rise of psychic and environmental pollution, then you might want to set this book aside. However, if you, like me, desire a life filled with breathtaking and inexplicable meaning, then I implore you, read on."
To 'know' stories in the abstract or literal sense is completely inadequate for the task of living well; stories must be "carried, always ready, always whispering, always inspiring." They must be felt, allowed to breathe, grow, morph, pick up slime, accrue wisdom like barnacles, be shaken, played with, tasted in the mouth.
A Branch from the Lightning Tree gives us a look into what Shaw does at the Westcountry School of Myth where wilderness, initiation, and myth coalesce into a wellspring of meaning, a framework for being in the world in a way that allows us to balance village life with forest life. Shaw gave-up a lucrative record deal as a music to live in the wilds of England for 5 years, encountering the power of Myth, solitude, and Nature. As he says, "I wanted to live in a circle, to be closer to animals, to attune my rusty ears to the waterfall...What I looked for was some archaic language that would expand words and frame images so beautifully that I felt connected to human folk as well as kestrels and mud. What I found was myth. Myth is promiscuous, not dogmatic. It moves like a lively river through swarthy packs of reindeer, great aristocratic families, and the wild gestures of an Iranian carpet seller. Myth is not much to do with the past, but a kind of magical present that can flood our lives when the conditions are just so."
Focused on departure, initiation, and return, Shaw emphasizes, "Myth proposes the paradoxical view that we are to dwell in the tension of a 'crossroads' of Village and Forest, and tha this very complexity provides the grounding of an authentic human life--a strange accord with ego and soul, rationality and vision...This is a book about teasing out the mischievous, solitude-loving, flamboyant, sorcerous, arms-extended-into-the-inky-blackness singing songs of the lost-highwayman aspect of your nature."
Shaw mines several myths from disparate traditions, highlighting their similarities to plant us in frameworks that help us balance ourselves, to learn that True Living is found in the "betwixt" of Village and Forest, community and individual, the knowable and the unknowable. He offers us a lens through which we can engage the world, and ground ourselves using the richly textured imagery of myths, showing a way forward for secular and non-secular people to crack open the rock from which fresh water and vital energies erupt. Meaning is aplenty and we must do the creative work ourselves; however, we are not alone, for our forebearers have gifted us tales of truth, living myths, and the earth we need to grown new worlds, to bring forth the future.
As with most things, the people who would benefit the most from this book or the nature quests experiences discussed are least likely to read it or ponder it. It's no hyperbole to refer to Shaw as a modern-day shaman who walks in two worlds: one safe and stagnant, the other terrifying and beautiful.