A gale force brought me there, to join the village.
It was an undeniable knowing, from the very depths of my soul. Its roots sinking deep into the earth, and grasping hold.
The music, beating of a drum, voices raised together, and strumming of the strings made my heart soar. The moonlit sky telling stories of the beginning, the earth, of our creation and our connection with the ancestors. Finding our spirit animal and leaning into it's lessons. Learning from the plants and the way that they heal themselves, and heal us. We tracked the inner landscape of our souls, seeking peace and understanding. We tracked the stories of footprints in the land...discovering. Diving deep into cold clear water, we challenged our fears and washed ourselves clean of the binding insecurities. Only to cover ourselves in mud again, to further connect, and draw out of ourselves our greatest gifts.
Primitive arts and bow strings, burning coals and a blackbirds wings. A grey fox taught me the wonders of stealth and focus, a raccoon with striped tail, languidly waving in the wind taught depth and awareness. Buck skins and honey bees. Staring at the sky, learning from the trees. Spider weaves the web, a story of wonder and release, connection and peace.
Night has fallen, the earth is asleep. The four walls around me have muffled the sound of the crickets, the quiet sounds of the animals in the forest. My heart seeks the embrace of the village in the trees...wanting to bring my family with me into this place of peace and connection. I must find the strength from within.