I call it a beginning, but I’ve actually been on this journey my entire life. It’s one we’ve all been invited into, really, since the day we entered this world. We all seem to hear the call in various ways and at different times.

I’ve heard its whisper before, and even set out on the path a few times. Sometimes I’ve listened intently and with great care. At other times I’ve lost the signal or straight up stopped trying.

We may veer off the trail — willfully or accidentally. But if we remain open, the call to Awakening — the invitation to live from our Wild Souls — always finds us again.

I have heard it more faintly in my adult years. Every once in awhile I’d catch what sounded like a few notes of the most beautifully haunting melody — a melody that I couldn’t quite place, but one that I seem to have always known.

Gradually, in recent years, the gaps between the notes of the song have begun to get shorter. And then for reasons I can’t explain, something shifted this past summer that busted my heart wide open. The music was suddenly louder and more consistent.

As I heard it more clearly, it anchored me and called me to hold on to it — to follow it. There were days I thought I lost track of it, but then I’d catch a few more notes. It was as though I was uncovering clues that lead to a precious treasure.

And then, almost without realizing it, I was singing along. Humming at first, still unsure of the melody. Soon I was singing words my brain had never heard, as though my spirit had chanted this hymn thousands of times in eternity.

It’s this song that led me to Costa Rica for singing and meditation, and now to London for a voice workshop. It’s the same melody that both connects me to, and, at the same time, simply IS: Love, Spirit, the divine, Pachamama, nature, my brothers and sisters, my purpose, my heart. Like a beautiful icaro from my higher self, it reminds me of who I am. Sometimes it’s a sweet lullaby and sometimes it’s a fierce and guttural cry that sounds otherworldly. And it calls me to awaken to this knowing daily.

This alchemy may have a different form for you. It may be art or dance or poetry or philosophy or a feeling somewhere in your body. It’s what Paul Coehlo calls the Language of the World. It surpasses explanation, but you know it’s always been a part of you. Loving you. Guiding you. Calling you.

My song is calling me to share my voice. And so I shall in the midst of the unfolding awakening. I hope you will join me.

Con mucho amor y la cancion de mi alma salvaje despertar. (With much love and the song of my wild soul awakening.)