It began quietly, though I can see now that the call had been gathering for months. Not as a single moment or voice, but as a series of subtle alignments… a weaving of events that were guiding me toward something I could not yet name.

The weeks before I left were full of unraveling and preparation. One of my beloved cats, Spirit, fell ill suddenly, and for days I was moving between hope and worry, searching for answers, learning to listen to what could not be spoken. When she finally passed, it felt like a gate had opened in my heart, the kind that only loss can open. Then my second cat, Akasha, became sick, echoing the first, and I found myself again in the role of caretaker, healer, listener between worlds.

Through it all, I could feel something being asked of me… an initiation in tending to life and death, to letting go and trusting what wanted to unfold.

Amidst the sorrow and the endless to-do lists — preparing the house for autumn, finding a new pet-sitter when the first plan fell through, tying up loose ends before travel — there was also grace. The perfect person, Anna (my son’s girlfriend’s mother), appeared just when I thought everything might fall apart. It felt like Spirit whispering, everything is aligned… keep walking.

The outer logistics mirrored an inner movement that had been building for years. I’ve long felt a deep pull toward South America, especially Peru, drawn to the Andes, to Machu Picchu, to that pulse of ancient wisdom that still seems to hum through the stones and mountains. The calling had been with me since I was young, though I didn’t yet understand its purpose. When my son explored several countries across South America last year, something in me stirred again… a quiet remembering, as if the land itself was calling me home.

Then, through a series of synchronicities, the path revealed itself. My son, Kerrsen, happened to meet Robert from the Pure Art Foundation in our small-town post office… one of those encounters that feels quietly orchestrated from another plane. Within days, we were both speaking with Robert and Brigitte about their community projects in the Amazon region of Pucallpa. The invitation felt immediate and right, a clear, wholehearted yes. I sensed that if I joined, it might open something for both of us… perhaps a shared initiation into service.

So when this opportunity appeared, I knew it was a call to service, a pilgrimage, and a soul assignment.

I left on October 17th on an overnight flight to Lima, carrying a quiet knowing that something in me was being rewritten. First, to the Amazon to serve, to witness and to learn. Then to the Sacred Valley of Peru to climb the mountains that had called me for so long. And finally, to return to my own northern mountains,  the Canadian Rockies, completing a great arc from the Andes to the Rockies, from one end of the continental spine to the other.

Even before I set foot on the plane, I could feel that this journey was part of something larger. It felt like a remembrance not just personal, but planetary. While the world seemed filled with division and noise, I could sense something moving beneath it all — an awakening. From this very chaos, the western hemisphere itself felt to be stirring, rising like a great serpent or dragon of light, its spine formed by the Cordillera, which is the mountain chain that connects South and North America. Somewhere deep within, I knew I was being asked to walk that line… to bridge worlds… to listen for the heartbeat of the New Earth pulsing beneath my feet.

And so I went… with tears still fresh, a heart stretched open by both loss and love, and a quiet vow to follow where Spirit led. I didn’t yet know that each step ahead — through the stripped lands of Pucallpa, the sacred heights of the Valley, and the crystalline landscapes of the Rockies — would become its own initiation. But I could feel that the journey had already begun.

This reflection is part of my five-part series, Walking the Spine of Remembrance — a pilgrimage from the Andes to the Rockies.

If this story resonates, stay tuned for Part 2: The Wounded Land (Pucallpa), coming next.

If You Feel the Call to Go Deeper

If this reflection resonated, I invite you to explore the deeper architecture of your own life and purpose — to listen for the portals and pathways already opening beneath your feet.

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