Today's adventure in the mythosomatic splits; immediately upon tuning in I'm shown a left path and a right path. So before you read on, tune into your body and ask:

Do I feel pulled or called to go left...or right?

Now, read your story.

You chose left

You see an old woman wake up in bed and stretch. She rubs at her aching joints; shoulders, lower back, and hips before she swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands to get ready for the day.

She has a young one to care for and youth is not known for its patience.

She's glad to see she's not in wolf form any longer. The last memory she had was laying in bed convincing the young girl that she was grandma...and here she is now, grandma again.

With all of the age and wisdom, aches and pains that a grandmother has.

And the wolf has retreated inside. Pacing around her heart, growling in her throat, ready to emerge again the next time someone threatens her pack, her family, her community.

The wolf was never a trickster or a predator, but a guardian. Watching over the young one journeying through the woods. And grandma wasn't eaten by the wolf, but became the wolf. She is the wolf. She just couldn't transition back in time to not scare the girl. For the young girl isn't ready yet to understand the ferocity and care that will one day live within her, too.

Your heart is calling your inner wolf to the forefront. It's your turn now to protect the innocent, your own inner innocence. It's time to stalk what disturbs your environment, your community, your young ones; it's time to guard and protect against what emerges from the dark woods. It's time to be feared and misunderstood, so long as you know the depths of your love.

However your body feels, your heart is not frail or fragile.

You chose right

We plunge immediately to the depths of the icy ocean, following in the bubbles of the whale's tail. It submerges down, down, down below where light can penetrate and humans can survive. At least to our knowledge.

It's moving into a world we've long forgotten.

The whale looks back every once in awhile, checking to make sure you follow, and yet not offering any assistance in getting here. It trusts that you're strong enough to make this journey on your own, for that's how you'll need to get back.

As you move deep enough below the ocean it begins to feel like you're emerging again. You feel turned around, confused, disoriented, because you're sure you were swimming down, but down feels a lot like up. The water gets brighter, the pressure lessens, and you begin to see traces of color, movement.

You feel a singing in your bones, like they're resonating with the coral. There's a playfulness, an anticipation, and also a hesitancy in the air. You can't see anyone or anything, but you can feel them hiding, peeking out from behind these underwater structures that feel both foreign and home-like.

When you turn back, you notice that the whale is long gone.

There's an urge to move farther into this place, and as you walk-swim deeper into what feels like the center of this place, you come upon a chair, sparkling golden in the refracted light. It draws you in, and as soon as you place your hands on the arms, you remember this chair.

You sit and the memories come flooding back. This is what you've been trying to get to. This is where the longing and yearning are rooted.

This place you wouldn't let yourself believe is real, is calling you to believe, to have hope, to remember a different way. It feels so radically different, so wild, so weird, to embrace what you know, to embody it, to lead others back to this place.

Your leadership era is emerging, but first you need to follow what's yours to find.

Yours,

Ash