The end 💫

By Lian Brook-Tyler

Today, I walked to the crest of a windswept hill to make offerings to my oak tree in celebration and gratitude of its vital role in me beginning and then completing a commitment - a commitment to a three-year period of intense shamanic initiations.

It has brought me face to face with my greatest fears.

It has asked everything of me, more than I knew I possessed.

It has opened deep wounds and shown me how to heal them.

It has shown me who I really am.

This is an ending, which of course means it’s also a beginning.

As death sweeps in to close the final act, rebirth waits in the wings to raise the curtain on the next show.

I don’t know what’s next for my wild soul but I know I will know when it’s time.

And I know no matter what that is, no matter how hard it is, no matter how long the commitment, no matter what it requires of me, I will submit.

The Oak, and a whole cast of guides and allies, have ruined me for any other kind of life than this wild and mythical one.

The end.

The beginning…

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