As we come to the end of a very long and difficult decade, I sit in awe and gratitiude of my own journey. I am blessed in so many ways, my life has been and continues to be rich and full. My love and devotion continues to grow for this path, the teachings, my Teachers and community. Bonds are being formed and reformed, we are growing together.
How many in this world are lucky enough to know who they are on a deep soul level, to know where they come from and where they belong, where they are going in the larger scheme of things?
Many of us have lived many lifetimes and remember at least some of them. The history of humanity is written in the blood of the Ancestors on all continents. We are those Ancestors. Mother Earth has borne witness to our stories. She has nourished and supported us from the time her body was first formed and the first single celled life forms appeared.
I am watching a limited Netflix series called "One Strange Rock". which is hosted by Will Smith. It gives stories of our beautiful planet from the perspectives of six astronauts. I highly recommend this series, it should be shown in the schools. Not only is it beautiful, but it helps us to appreciate the fragility and miracle of life on Earth, our Home.
Humanity took a wrong turn along the way and forgot where our food source comes from, forgot how much we need clean air and water to survive, how long it took for this planet to create the conditions possible for us to exist. And how easily it can all be destroyed.
We lost our connection to Spirit and Nature in this modern world. LIfe for many is now about shopping, driving from one place to another and sitting at computors. I am getting old and my life is mostly behind me, but I still cherish what it left of Nature. To me, it is my religion, but more than that, it is a way of life that sustains my spirit and nourished my soul.
The topic of discussion in our Shamanic community this Solstice was about holiness. What makes something holy? Do we see holiness today in the busyness of daily lives?
The sacred is more important to me than the air I breath, it is the air I breath, the holy spirit inside of me and all around me. When I lose this connection to sacredness, I lose myself. I need to be inspired and in awe of life. I am tired of silly romantic movies or tales of violence with no stories, no lessons or messages to inspire me to be greater, stronger and wiser. I would love to see more stores of heroes and saints, people I can look up to and admire. People who are brave and respect life. I wish to see more stories by and about Indigenous Peoples, Medicine People and sacred ways.
In the end, we are all the hero of our own story. How would you write your own story? Where is the sacred in your life? What do you aspire to be? What do you believe in beyond the mundane? Where do you think you go after you die?
I started on my spiritual journey in my 30's with these big questions driving me forward. I explored every option possible and found the answers and so much more than I imagined. We are writing a collective book on Totems, my teachers and some of us community members. It is important to leave a legacy behind for the generations to come. Who will guide them home in a world that forgot sacredness?
May you walk in sacredness this Winter Solstice, and all the days of your life. If you don't know what sacredness it... ask. Then be open to the signs and messages that come your way. It will come from a sacred place.