spiritual journeys – The Light Behind the Story

The forest whispered, “follow me,” and laid down a path of gold.

“Oh, I dare not,” replied the voice of doubt, “for I fear what may be lurking in the shadows.”

“Oh, you are a silly lass,” the forest replied. “Can’t you see that I have given you the way through the darkness?”

“But I am alone. A mere child in an unknown wilderness where fierce beasts may lurk, waiting to attack,” doubt replied.

“Yes, yes, that is true. What you seek is also seeking you.”

“Oh, but you are wrong. I do not seek the beasts. They seek me.”

“Aw,” the forest replied with a clatter of branches. “Who do you think the beasts belong to?”

“You.”

“Oh no, they are not mine, they are yours.”

“I don’t want them, so how can they be mine?”

“Because you reject them. Come now, child, walk with me into the land of your heart. I have laid before you a golden path.”

“Oh, but I am scared.”

“It is good to be scared sometimes.”

“But how will I get through the dark places?”

“Oh, that is easy,” the forest replied. “Follow the path of light.”

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I have felt the pull of the land for as long as I can remember, although I have only been there once in this lifetime. Soon I will return to England, and my cells are awakening again with the energy of a place that feels like home.

The stones call to me, and I hear the whispers of their stories when I write. They draw me into the body of Earth and ask me to remember. They send their messengers as crows, and each day they call out to me. If I choose not to see or hear, they dive across my path so that I will not forget.

I once thought home should feel comfortable, but it often does not. Home is the pull of belonging. It is the place where you know you have been, and must return to discover yourself again. Anew. It does not always have to be physical, but sometimes it is, so it can draw you back in bodily form.

I do not know what the journey back will bring this time. I have learned to relinquish expectations, because the gifts are greater when one does. The open vessel receives what it needs, and perhaps not what the mind wants.