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The last time I touched the Atlantic Sea and the Mi'kmaq territory my fathers bloodline resides was when I was 13. I remember hugging my grandfather and grandmother for the last time. .
A surge of emotions like hot sap moving through my veins. . My Grandma looked strait into my heart and told me with a firmness that rocked my bones. . "Whatever you are doing Saera, how you are choosing to live your life, that is what the world needs more of if it is going to survive." . You see in that moment she gave me permission to live my life in the way I needed to. . It took me 18 years to shed the guilt I carried from following a life path washed far from the shoreline of my living relatives. I felt ashamed that I couldn't call more. Saddened that my complicated living circumstances meant visiting dying relatives endangered the entire foundation of the life I had created. . It was as I was guided to retrieve a soul fragment of mine during a session that these very grandparents greeted me. I knew they held the piece I was seeking yet was immobilised from feeling undeserving. ~ who was I to ask from them without a proper offering?~ Thats when I started to think of everything I am grateful for in my life. From the luscious farm, my family tends. My daughter growing up with a foundation of wild witchy ways. I saw the friendships I have stewarded and the business birthed from my passion. My beloved husband and all the play, personal growth and presence I receive from this relationship (almost 10 years of it!) . I then saw how every step and decision along my path was needed to bring me to this moment of harvest. Realising that the greatest offering I could give them was a life I was proud of. . How are you embodying a life that you could offer back?
