Guided Migrations

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I heard her voice whisper in sync with each step. Ra ma da sa sa say so hung... I looked down to see my own bare feet stepping lightly along a grassy path. It was the path to the pond in my childhood my feet small and vulnerable my summer skin brown like tree bark. Blackberry bramble teasel and thistle abound but never under foot. The path was clear and the pond itself hummed Ra ma da sa sa say so hung with each step around the knoll of swaying elephant grass then curving toward the kettle which held the most sacred space I've ever known. A necklace of cattails and nutweed circled by a hidden choir of amphibians only to be heard from a distance. As my feet landed on the pond's edge the music stopped. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Some say home is where you're born but I believe this was a place of healing for me to begin a new life a new adventure toward healing not just my own heart but generations of hearts before and after me. When I sit and meditate today when I feel my breath and tune into my heart I am healing my own past and somehow I am healing my mother's heart and her mother's heart. My great-grandmother died by suicide so I also hope that whatever life was like for her this healing reaches her too wherever she is. Is this magical thinking? Of course it is and I hope it works. I hope it reaches my daughter's heart and her children and grandchildren too. This is a whole new way of being: healed and grateful with a whole lot of space for adventure and joy.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Home is a place I've been searching for and found after decades of heartache and longing after decades of meditation and dreaming after moving and traveling searching and scheming. With guidance from Great Blue Herons the lullabies of crickets and spring peepers and a blind devotion to Love I can breathe again. It's been an adventure designed just for me and now I'm home. The tingling in my toes wakes me and here I am safe and sound on Heron Hill. </span></p><p><br></p>