- lancsshamanic
- 3 days ago
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Updated: 3 days ago
Every year, deep in the black woods of Rannoch in North Scotland, I take part in a wild camping and bushcraft experience called The Ancestral Walk. Led by Mark Taylor, it is far more than a survival camp. It is a journey — into the land, into ancestral memory, and, for me, into myself.
For a few days, we step away from modern comforts and distractions. There is no rushing, no constant notifications, no artificial light. Instead, there is the rhythm of the elements. We learn how our ancestors would have lived — how to make fire from spark and patience, how to build shelter from what the forest provides, how to stay warm, dry, and safe in wild terrain. We learn how to listen: to the wind, to the birds, to our own instincts.
At first glance, survival skills might seem purely practical. And they are — fire-making, shelter-building, understanding the landscape — these are tangible, physical competencies. But beneath the surface, something much deeper happens.
For me, The Ancestral Walk has been profoundly empowering.
Over the last three years, returning to Glen Lyon has paralleled my own personal healing journey. As someone working through the long shadows of codependency and domestic abuse, I arrived the first year unsure of myself in ways I could barely articulate. I had spent years doubting my instincts, my strength, my ability to stand alone.
There is something transformative about gathering wood in the rain and knowing your warmth depends on your own persistence. About sleeping under a shelter you built with your own hands. About waking in the early light of the Scottish Highlands and realising: I can look after myself.
Each year, my confidence has grown — not in a loud or performative way, but in a grounded, embodied way. Survival strips life back to its essentials. You cannot negotiate with the weather. You cannot outsource your fire. You cannot pretend you are warmer than you are. You meet reality as it is — and you meet yourself as you are.
In that simplicity, I have found strength.
The forest does not care about your past. It does not judge your history. It simply asks: Can you adapt? Can you learn? Can you stay present? And every time I strike a flame or secure a ridge line against the wind, I am reminded that resilience is not something abstract. It is built, moment by moment, choice by choice.
Doing this work in parallel with personal healing has been powerful. Therapy and reflection have helped me understand my patterns; the woods have helped me rewrite them. Where once I looked outward for reassurance, I now look inward for steadiness. Where once I doubted my capacity, I now have lived evidence of it.
There is also something deeply connecting about the experience. To gather around a fire at night, aware that humans have done exactly this for thousands of years, is humbling and grounding. It reminds me that strength, survival, and community are woven into our lineage.
The Ancestral Walk is not comfortable in the conventional sense. It is cold. It is wet. It is demanding. But it is also expansive. It has given me space to reclaim parts of myself that felt lost — independence, capability, and self-trust.
In the quiet of Rannoch's black woods, I have learned not just how to survive the elements, but how to stand on my own two feet — steady, capable, and whole.
And each year, I return — not just to the forest, but to myself.
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