the sacred land my feet are standing upon and from which I was healed, transformed and reconnected to the Sacred Wild in me.
Emitting that gratitude and deep Knowing in this photo.
I am paying hommage to this land that has contained me over these last 19 years. I feel the congruency of my coming together with it and my deep bodypsyche journey that would be likened to a shamanic journey, and this land that was/is a shamanic land.
I weep as I write this for all I have been through here…
and had it not been for this land… I would not have survived. My sons would not have had their mother, for I could not have managed it. If we had found a house just a few blocks away, far enough that I would not have discovered it… I shudder to think.
And yes… It was destiny. For I chose this house. And the Land chose me.
I walked into the house. It was dark. A cave. I felt the STRONG earth beneath my feet. The KNOWING that ran through me in that moment! That night, I turned to my husband and said… THAT is our house. We must have THAT!
At that time I didn’t even know the cave was there! I didn’t know there was a canyon! None of it! I left for 6 months to go on a healing journey to Mt. Shasta. It was only upon my return after I chose to stay with my sons, chose to be mother… that I discovered the land.
It was offered up to me as a Pearl from the deep for choosing the challenge that was my destiny.
I was DRUNK with ecstasy upon discovering it! I wept and wept as I am now.