Reading a book of daily Celtic Reflections, there was a passage on personal myth yesterday. The page said we have rejected myths to only believe and trust the so called “real.” As if the 10 o’clock news can explain this life to us. We have lost our way.
Some coaches talk about Purpose, but I don’t think that is quite what myth is. Myth is the deeply personal and cultural connection to our history and destiny.
For myself, when I think about my myth, I think of my grandparents who all left Ireland for a better life in America. My grandmother told me, when she was first here, she would go up on the roof and look toward Ireland, she was so lonely. She kept on, and created a new life for herself here. A pioneer!
There is nothing sadder than that Irish music, the longing and hope for return. The Irish feel the West signifies heaven or Paradise. How interesting that is where my ancestor chose to start life again.
What is my myth? I feel it is up to me to cultivate my writing and my spirit. To meditate and put pen to paper is my personal myth. What comes of it, what direction it takes, where I go in meditation and prayer—that is where my myth meets my reality.
What are the myths in your family or tribe? What goes beyond your purpose to the deep inner longing of your soul?
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