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The Ah-ha in Baja

Posted by Laurie J Cameron

In June I spent eight days in a house on the ocean on the coast of Baja, Mexico, following a big “yes!” when an invitation came my way. An inner voice knew it was time for a journey, a pilgrimage in a way. I just had a full, intense sprint of creating and what felt like birthing the 2-year book writing project for The Mindful Day, in parallel with building PurposeBlue and teaching mindfulness, followed by the March book launch (scary, exciting) and a bi-coastal book tour (joyful, moving) - and I was clearly ready to pause, disconnect from the busyness and create space in my life.

Life is a good teacher and space and freedom are good friends. The journey to the land in Baja amplified my appreciation for knowing what we all know at some level, that choosing to carve out time - a week, a day, or an afternoon, is a purposeful action that can bring clarity, unrest, affirmation, more questions, peace, and often awe, belonging and joy. It is in these spaces of recovering lost connections that we spend time in nature, with ourselves and in community, and in a way that unfolds and deepens over the days.

We were ten women and two guides, from 30 to 75, and spent the week in deep conversation, music, painting, dance, writing, swimming, rituals, ceremonies and celebrations.  We connected to the land and the locals, including the women, healers and wisdom workers that came to teach us, tell us stories, and show us how to return to the essence of what humans have always known. A local shaman, Saul, generously supported us collectively and individually. He opened and closed our week with a circle ceremony on the beach, all of us in white, getting clear on why we came and what mattered most in our lives right now.

As part of the week’s design, we each went on a solitary Vision Quest, starting in ceremony out in the desert with the Shaman Saul and our guide Vanda, and then were escorted one by one to our own tipi-shaped tents we called temples. These Batik art pieces, designed by artist Elle Luna who worked with women in Bali to hand-dye each temple a rich indigo blue, had graphic designs in white depicting phases of the moon and a river journey on each side. It was here that I would spend the day alone, from sunrise to sunset, unplugged. No phone, no books, no journal, no food: just sunscreen and water and myself.

To prepare, we were graced by a visit the day before from a local woman healer who spoke to us with shining eyes about her own vision quests in the desert, hers lasting for days, and how she used prayer and song to connect to her ancestors and the earth. She taught us how to transform what might feel hard into unforgettable joy. Then she sang for us, and her music returned to me the next day on my own quest, but now with verses of my own.

In the morning of the quest, when we to my site, the shaman laid a circle with rope around my tent, about 8 inches from the edge, and the rope created my boundary for the day. He gave me a radiant smile, planted a stick of incense near the tent and left me in solitude. I placed stones around the circle at each of the four directions: North, East, South and West, and designated each direction with an element: air, water, fire and earth. During the day, between napping and dreaming, I circled the temple in a slow walking meditation, pausing at each element, asking questions about what I need more of and less of in my life. I prayed out loud. I sang. What was I willing to let go of? What was waiting to come through me?

The coastal setting filled me with awe and wonder at how a wild, untamed land could be this beautiful. And how nature widens our perspective. A row of 97 palm trees swayed in the breeze on the north side, dancing and keeping me company. A silver-twisty-branched tree stood guard on the south side, and a lone palm was my companion in front of the purple mountains to the east. To the west, I heard the crash of the ocean waves nearby. I went on the quest with a big question, and when the sun had passed through the highest point in the sky and was descending towards the ocean, about an hour before I would be “drummed in” to return to camp, I got the answer I was seeking. I reunited with my group and had no words to describe the experience.

On my final morning, under the full, glowing, round moon, I met Saul at 5:30 and drove in the dark through the desert to the top of a mountain - at the very edge of the land where in one direction I saw vast dessert and mountains,  and in the other the expansive blue ocean, with white water crashing on the large rocks far below. It was his place of ceremony and sacred rituals, of prayer and listening. We were both dressed completely in white and watched the sun slowly crest and rise over the mountains as the full moon shone in her beauty over the ocean. We were held by the land, the blue water, the golden desert, the grove of lush palm trees below, the sun and the moon. Saul performed rituals of cleansing, releasing, and healing with a bouquet of fresh herbs in his hand. In that place of natural beauty, we had insightful conversation about my way forward in this life.

A poem fell into my hands that week in Baja - from a book I picked up in the library of the house that gathered Modern Elders that we called home. It just happened to be from one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver. I read it every night before my own evening prayer and meditation. A week later, my friend and PurposeBlue teaching partner Paul sent me the very same poem after I described the Baja experience to him. I share it with you now, as our lives are full of transitions, nothing is permanent, and we are all on journeys. Underneath all of our lives is a fundamental groundlessness, ongoing change and uncertainty. The question is - how much are we on autopilot, moving through this life in a trance, and how often are we awake, conscious and intentional?  This summer, can you plan space and time for your own journey into nature, to be with yourself and held by the elements – to hear your own voice, and the voice of divine wisdom ringing clear and true, guiding your way towards what matters most?

The Journey

Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice --

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do --

determined to save

the only life you could save.





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