Healing deep wounds

I recently spent some time with some friends that were on vacation in Maui, and was able to spend some time in the Kahului Harbor and Paia. I love being able to explore the different islands now that I live here and am on my healing journey (and not traveling with my family as I have usually done).

One of the first times I was in Maui was when I was a teenager. My family went to the Haleakala crater, and the tour guide pointed out that you could see the Big Island. It was the first time that I had seen the island I was born on since I had left as an infant. I just froze and my breath stopped in my chest. I couldn't stop staring at it, and I felt an incredible pull toward it. I don’t know how long I stood there, but I eventually realized my family was calling my name, and I broke from my trance and followed them. I think I was in a daze for the rest of the day, because I had been so close to the place that I dreamed about for so long, and I didn’t know when I would be able to go back.  

While on Maui last month, that memory came flooding back as we were landing and flying over Haleakala. It was a painful memory, and I did what I always do when I need to process something. I called in my ancestors to help me ground and digest everything that was coming up. I asked them what I needed to learn from this memory, how I could grow from the learning, and how I could move forward with this medicine in my life. I was able to make peace with that memory that had been buried for decades until I was there alone.

Healing something that was so deep that I didn’t even realize needed healing has been a powerful experience! I feel so incredibly lucky to now live on the Big Island, having followed the pull it has always had on me.