Lyrics to call you home

I currently sit looking out of a window, surrounded by lots of trees that have begun to change color as autumn is slowly arriving, a late arrival this year. If you haven't heard, I'm back in Ontario, near the land I was born on. I'm currently on the land of the Anishinaabeg people, near Barrie, Ontario. My therapy practice has shifted to Fridays only as I have taken on a role with the Take a Hike program's first Ontario location.

I'm in the midst of being called home in many ways. First, literally returning to where I'm from, after 5 years on Vancouver Island. And then, the idea of returning to my ancestral lands of England, Ireland, and Scotland, is tugging on me more than ever.

I was driving down the 400 on my way to work last week listening to Ahlay Blakley's WAILS album (if you're not familiar, it's an album dedicated to grief, inspired by whales and Francis Weller's teachings on grief. You have to check it out!). I've been listening to it since early this year, but a song I hadn't yet reached somehow came on. I wept as it pulled on all my ancient longings. So without any more context, I share the lyrics of the beautiful song, "Bloodlines":

There are Songs singing in my bones

I can barely hear the notes

they are older than I know

they sound like

the ones I've not brought home yet

the ones I've not yet named

the ones I've pushed away

how can I be whole until all of you...

ALL OF YOU I have claimed?

why deny this lineage?

it's why I am alive

What comes up for you as you listen? What have you not brought home yet? Why deny your blood her line?

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