My sacred tribe.  I have been avoiding writing since my epic journey on The Camino de Santiago. It’s not that I haven’t had anything to say.  It is very much the opposite. I have too much to say – too much has shifted and I don’t know where to start.  So, I will start by simply saying hello and do my best to share what is up and what was shown to me along The Mystical Way.  For those new to this community of seekers, this Spring, I walked the 500 plus ancient pilgrimage from Saint Jean Pied de Port to Finisterre.

I walked to explore being undefined.  Well, as the saying goes, be mindful about what you ask for.  Nothing fits anymore.  Nothing makes sense anymore…in the same way it used to.  How does an expanded being live in structure, order and focus?  I find myself eating more in order to experience the sensation of being rooted and physical.  Not the outcome I expected!

I walked to awaken my heritage, my cellular and historical remembrance.  I bore witness to so much on the way.  The untold stories cried out to me from the rivers, rocks, fields and buildings.  In Spain, as in many places, there was so much right and wrong.  So much cultural and religious intolerance.  It was strange to bare witness to this when at the same time I experienced Spain to be such a melting pot of Celts, Jews, Basque, French, Arabic.  Is there a “Spanish”.  I hope I don’t offend here; however, I looked so hard for the Spanish…whatever was there before the Church and it was so hard to find. It was deeply buried.  Again, like in Scotland, I experienced how the victors write the history and how they destroy the culture and any legacy left by the conquered.  It is not much of a mystery why I am so hesitant in being all of me and choosing my full and authentic expression.  For thousands of years we have created a culture of intolerance about just that.  I came back tired, sad and angry and am working through those emotions.

I came away knowing that I am a story teller and the voice of the “untold story”.  I listen to the earth, the landscape and look for the hidden signs.  I tap into the folklore and the legends.  Perceiving and receiving information and what couldn’t be buried.  How do I create a new reality, one of my choosing and still honor and tell the stories of the shunned, repressed and desecrated?  The soullessness of the dark skinned.  The whore of the feminine.

I came away knowing that the time returns and humanity is at a precipice…a time of choice.  The veil is very thin and we can remember.  We can choose Oneness and Love but we need to do this with our eyes open…knowing the history of what has shaped us.  I may be just talking about me here, but I believe our past is now part of our genetic coding. It is in our DNA and we are full of triggers.  Statistics show that beaten and abused children beat and abuse in return.  The time returns.    Will we awaken?  What will we choose?

I came away knowing that the time returns and how important is it to find our tribe and fulfill our sacred promises we made to Spirit, Tribe and Self.  It is through authentic community that we receive both the affirmation we need and the feedback regarding our blind spots to fulfill our destiny in the age.

What I do know is that it begins and ends with embodiment.  Our body, our flesh, once considered the source of suffering is our key to liberation.  We must awaken in our bodies and the time is now.  The fullness of this quest is tugging at me so strongly that I am called to write and write and write about it.  I could use your help.  Join me in this conversation, quest and adventure and subscribe to my blog.  Subscribe to the RSS feed here!
To your sovereignty,