The Call of Home

Deep within my blood my ancestors flow, as yours do within your blood. They are in our very DNA, they are our physical history, our very origins, our beginnings. There is a memory in our bodies, whether a physical or a spiritual one, those memories are there.

I have ancestors and heritage from the North American continent, the European Continent, and the British Isles. I even grew up with Lakota (a North American Indigenous people) traditions up until I was 12. But unlike my mother, my NA Indigenous roots are not what calls to me. I do love the traditional music, the way of life, the deep love for their traditions, but they are not the ones who speak to me.

Instead, my ancestors who's descendants came across the ocean, who traveled 3,000 miles to come to this continent, are calling me home. The traditional folk music of the British Isles and European countries speak to me, I yearn for the old ways of life of the people there, the land itself calls to me and are familiar to me, yet I have yet to take a single step on those lands.

I even found love there, a wonderful man who, even though we aren't legally married, I call my husband, and he calls me his wife. It was an unexpected and unsought love. Whats even more, he is one I have shared many past lives with, for it wasn't until he and I came together, that memories started to crop up. I know him as I know the land, the memories of him and my home are seeded deep within my spirit.

Ever since I was 10 and had visited Seoul, SK that I knew I would never settle here. I always knew I would find my family, I would find my true home, and I would find my true place of belonging. As I got older and graduated High School, I gave up on that knowing, thinking it would never happen, especially after becoming a mother.

I had broken up with my child's biological father, which had started out as a long distance relationship. The last thing I wanted after that was another long distance relationship, so I focused on those who were closer to me. I even considered moving to Canada if I could find a way to afford it, but to be honest I didn't have too much hope in doing so.

And then the universe decided to step in and has lead me to where I am now. I will be reunited with my husband, I will be returning home, and I will be with my family, and even more, my son is coming with me. I plan on making sure he has the option to be able to live in either country, for I feel it is the best thing I can do for him when he reaches the age of 18, so he isn't left with so little options. If his ancestors from this continent speak to him, and call him back, then he will be able to return.

We all have our calling, we all have the place to be, the path to follow, and the experiences to have. The universe has shown me, if it is to happen, it will, but you must be willing to take the steps forward when the way is presented to you, otherwise you will miss it.

I was lucky enough to have a second encounter in meeting my husband, had he and I not exchanged contact information, and kept in contact, I probably wouldn't be on the way I am now. I wouldn't have my loving Soulmate, I wouldn't be able to return home, and I wouldn't have my family.

When you feel that call, when you feel that undeniable pull, don't fight it, follow it. There may be trials and struggles and tests along that path, but as we know, the right path is never easy.