I have been on a long journey since my early life as a farmer’s daughter in Wiltshire and later, a farmer’s wife in the north of Scotland.

When my children left home, I followed, leaving the security of my beloved home, my cultural and social identity, and all that I thought marked me as me. This was a radical rite of passage into a new life though I did not know it at the time.

A year or so later I climbed aboard a small plane and flew over the Rocky Mountains for my first vision quest. I had little idea that this terrifying experience heralded a whole new trajectory of adventure – one that would strip me bare and at times, take me right to my edge.

Since then, I have been blessed with incredible guides and teachers who have supported me in following my heart however obscure and scary that guidance appeared at times.

Now, as a grandmother and great grandmother, I find myself standing in the middle of the path – the ancestors at my back and the future generations walking on ahead, courageously navigating their way in these uncertain times, often alone with no one to lean into.

As Elders, it certainly does not feel like a time to be passive. Never have we been more needed – dense, the learning continues and my curiosity remains unabated. I am excited by the challenges that keep arising including that of inspiring my peers to engage with life to the end.