Dawn Hall

My “conscious” journey of enlightenment began in a small and remote town near Toronto , Canada during a weekend of “sacred ceremony.” I had gone to support my sixteen-year-old daughter, Tara, who had been invited to share the weekend with what turned out to be a fabulous group of ceremonial dancers who were celebrating and honoring the traditions of Beautiful Painted Arrow (Joseph Rael). We had no idea when we got on the plane what was ahead of us, but Tara was responding from the heart and knew that wild horses couldn't keep her away from attending this mysterious weekend. I was being a present and protective Mother. I had to go…she couldn't go alone. So, we packed our car, mapped out our route and drove twelve hours from Boston to Toronto . We traveled with blissful abandonment toward our destiny , totally unwarned about the transformation that was to come. That weekend altered both our lives forever. To document the evolving journey that resulted from our time in that meadow in Canada would really become a book, so for now, we will leave it at this; it was the beginning.

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