I stare across the rolling green hills of the Celtic land towards the ocean behind it.
Its a quiet evening and can I hear the waves crashing against the rugged cliffs in the distance. What a difference with the sandy dunes and beaches I grew up with in The Netherlands.
“Do you ever miss home?” people asked me.
“No. Home is where the heart is. And right now, my heart is here.”
But the whispers of my soul continued to call me forth. Another chapter was waiting for me and I knew it. These Celtic lands, however, had activated a remembrance within me I could not quite put into words. A remembrance of a part of me that was otherworldly, mysterious, untamed, wild and free. A part of me that felt raw and rugged and real like the very land I stood on. I desired to give this part of me a nickname somehow. Capture her essence for me to never forget when it was time to leave these lands, as well as provide others with a name they could actually remember and spell correctly. But I did not quite know how. And until then, I could not go.
"It will come", I heard them say.
And in that I trusted.
Fresh ocean air fills my lugs as I breath in deeply. The lack of artificial lights allowed for the milkyway to display itself in full depth and colour. As always, the star sign of Orion catches my eye and for a brief moment I feel a stirring in the air. The first time I had felt this stirring it had freaked me out. With my heart racing in my chest I had tried to decipher what was happening and what I was sensing. Now I knew. And I was no longer afraid.
In full surrender I close my eyes to savour the moment. A gentle breeze kisses my cheeks. Quiet nights like these were rare out here on the peninsula. It was called wild west Wales for a reason. Strong winds and gusty storms were the norm. But I did not care. This raw and rugged beauty was what I had fallen in love with the moment I had arrived. It turned me on and made me feel alive. Yet, the stillness this evening was particularly present. And for a brief moment I wonder if I had slipped into another dimension without noticing. The cold penetrating my jumper convinces me I have not and signals me it is time for bed instead.
As I turn around to walk back to my tent a feeling of anticipation fills me up from within. What would there be in store for me? What would the unknown bring? I quickly zip up my tent, change into my pj's and get under the covers. Happy with where I am now and eager for what is ahead, I fall asleep.
"It’s The Celtic Goddess", I hear from within, "It’s The Celtic Goddess".
Shaken awake by something I cannot see I open my eyes. A red flashing ball of light is being thrown at me from the other side of my tent. I feel a strange drowsiness come over me as I fall back to sleep.
"It’s The Celtic Goddess", I hear again, "It’s The Celtic Goddess".
I wake up a second time. All is normal in my tent. The darkness of the night surrounds me as if nothing happened. But the sensation in my body tells another story.
"Who is this? And what do you mean with The Celtic Goddess?" I ask telephatically.
I trust. I feel. I listen. I surrender. I allow them to speak to me in ways that go beyond any rational understanding. And then ... it clicks. That otherworldly, mysterious, untamed, wild and free part of me ... is me. It is my true nature. It is my essence. And ... The Celtic Goddess.