He crossed the threshold and returned with story and an alignment with his truths.
Tomorrow I head out on the mountain to guide a 4-day solo wilderness rite-of-passage ceremony for someone. I’m reminded of some poetry that came through me during my first wilderness fast, that may now be medicine for others going on the sacred mountain to mark a transition, to claim their truth, to release the old, and live into their new aliveness.
It was the final session before his solo wilderness rite-of-passage ceremony next week. But for now, we were in a redwood and bay forest along a creek and Opening to the East.
“The day will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door….”
Throughout February, I’ll be talking to people who think a wilderness rite-of-passage program might be right for them.