Hearing the call…

Every so often on life, we begin to feel this stirring in our soul. Like a drum beat in our heads, we hear it getting louder and louder, till eventually we have to just stop, and listen. Really listen. That guteral feeling that something is speaking to us from beyond the veil.

I had this experience a few years ago, I was travelling through South America, in part, to discover what my true deep calling was. But in the searching, something shook me, I realised that in order to discover my path, I needed to shed my skin, to stop trying to be something, but instead simply be and surrender myself to spirit. To allow her fine weaving to carry me to what my heart truly desired, to belong, to be the deeply sexual and wild soul that I feel inside.

I had practiced yoga for many years, over a decade and I came to realise that it just wasn’t satisfying me anymore. I wasn’t sure that it ever really did. I didn’t really like conforming to another’s idea of the perfect shape, the ideal form or the fact that a good daily practice meant being up at dawn everyday. I needed something more wild, invigorating, and deeply feminine to meet my longing for liberation and empowerment.

Something sparked a curiosity, as after a ceremony in Peru, the curandeiro (medicine man) of the Shipibo tribe asked me a question, what are the traditions of my land? What is the medicine and healing tradition of my people? I realised I didn’t know, I didn’t have a direct answer to give him. I had always been looking outside of my home country to find a way to spirit. He said to me, that it was something for me to look into, that I would find medicine in it, whatever it was.

Following a series of synchronicities, too many for myself to ignore, I found myself stumbling into the world of the serpent and bee. In this threshold location, I have found myself very much in the right place, at the right time. This tradition has spun it’s fine threads into my life, and now, I am forever changed. More courageous, more free, embodiment of an almost forgotten wild and wise woman, who knows her way through the otherworld and back again. I am still learning more and more each day, what it means to walk this path. And what our ancestors must have sacrificed in order to preserve it. I am eternally grateful, to them, and for it presenting itself to me, to be able to walk these ways and to simply allow myself, to be.

I am slowly and surely making my way out of my chrysalis, to emerge and begin to share this work as the way it wants to unfold from my own laboratory. But for now, I am enjoying this moment of gratitude, of feeling very much like I belong.

Thank you, to all my teachers. To all my friends, family and lovers.

Blessed Bee.

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