I am the archeologist of my soul.
I dig daily for meaning beyond the material world, excavating sites within my psyche. I uncover artifacts across the spiritual landscape where no written records exist. Mine is an ancient spirit. I reconstruct the past in order to learn how to live in the present.
Calm, attentive guardians protect my spirit’s lifeway with the strength of a lion and the freedom of a falcon. My body is a temple of wisdom. I put my trust in the mystery as secrets are revealed to me.
I am a noble goddess. A leader. A builder. A peacemaker.
I forgot the origin of my story. In collecting data, I discover I am of the ocean and the forest and the stars above. I have held many tools. I have loved many men. I danced by the fireside and crafted drums from the skins of animals. I walked across deserts and climbed mountains. I sang with tribes not of my kin.
What is the greatest lesson I have learned so far on this journey? What do I still need to learn? What drives me? What inspires me? What makes me grateful to be alive again in this incarnation?
Something better is beckoning.
(Photo: Richard J Velasco. Metropolitan Museum of Art. The Sphinx of Hatshepsut.)