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The Continuing Story Of…

I returned from a trip to England last week. It was a profound journey for me, one filled with working with the land, my ancestors and the gods. I had the great honor while there to help my friends at a green burial ground they own and operate. It is the most ethical, honorable and sacred enterprise I have ever encountered, providing a place of rest for the dead and a place of sanctity for the living. I was asked to dig a grave for a miscarried child. The task was very humbling and yet at the same time I felt so honored and filled with Awen to be able to help the grieving family with this simple work. I also helped with a funeral for a woman who had died. One day we spent planting thirty trees for the war memorial on the ground and on a few of the graves of those who rest there. The word that best describes this work and this place for me is “holy”.

During my stay, the spirits of my ancestors came to me in ways that were so tangible. I could feel them with me during the journey, welcoming me home and urging me forward into experience. It was healing on a deep level. The experiences are difficult to put into words without sounding like it was something supernatural (which I don’t believe in as Nature is so incomprehensibly huge and inclusive, I can’t imagine something outside of it!). Let’s just say there were physical experiences of consciousness that brought awakenings in my soul.

So my journey included the deep past of ancestors and the present songs of humanity. And with the tree planting, hopes for the future. These combined to give me a real sense of the continuation of the story – my story, our story. It sunk deep into my psyche that there isn’t a separation from the past, from my ancestors and the story of their lives. It is all one story, people procreating, the children sharing life and story and then becoming parents themselves and it all continues on and on, each generation to the next. Sure we are individual souls, but the story of each soul is so intimately entwined with others, the edges blur, each chapter adding to a greater singular story.

My teacher, Bobcat, often speaks in terms of the hearing the story. I see why she uses this metaphor. It simply works and encourages us to look at more than just the immediate, to look at the greater story present all around us. Each of us are part of the story – we may even be a major chapter, but still part of one ongoing story of our human family. Seeing our lives in this way makes apparent the interconnections, the weaving of the web. It connects us to life and to our land. We aren’t living in a vacuum. Not only does this help us live more consciously and ethically, it helps us find a sense of belonging and a sense of rootedness that I think essential to living well. We become a co-creator of the story of our people’s relationship to each other, the land and to the gods. And each soul we encounter, whether bug or wind, stalk of barley or mountain, are part of their family’s story. And all these stories combine to be the story of the Earth, of Nature.

This was a very healing journey for me. I feel much more able to embrace my part in the story, the part that hasn’t been written yet. I hope to write it well so when my chapter ends and I meet my ancestors they will welcome me and say, “well played”.

Blessing of peace, love and inspiration,
Snowhawke /|\

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