Tulum

The Call of My Ancestors

As I sat still, listening to my gut, one word kept rising — Tulum.

I had been looking at Cancun.

Playa del Carmen seemed like a good fit too — long beaches, slow days, the kind of place where I could blend in and disappear.

Isla Mujeres came to mind — my father’s favorite place.

Holbox tempted me with mystery.

But somehow, none of them felt right.

Then, out of nowhere, a condo appeared in my search —

a small space with a pool right outside, between the bedroom and the living room.

I smiled. I guess that’s the one.

I’ll be here for at least two months.

Lots to think about… and even more to not think about.

I’m learning to just sit.

To let my mind soften and stop planning.

It’s hard to change your thoughts when the ego keeps whispering that planning is safety.

But I’ve stopped listening to fear.

I’m embracing uncertainty —

letting the universe lead me with her miracles,

trusting that I’m finally ready to receive.

After months of daily rituals, I can breathe again.

A deep sigh leaves my chest.

Sometimes it feels like my body and mind are out of sync —

as if I’m watching from the outside while my body catches up.

But even that feels peaceful now.

It’s an invitation to trust.

And I’m accepting.

Maybe that’s what becoming really is —

a slow remembering of trust.

Tulum. So many areas rich is history. thank you for sharing them with me.

Here in Tulum, I’ll become a local for a while,

learn why so many are drawn to this place.

People say Tulum holds ancient energy vortexes,

planted centuries ago by the Mayans.

Maybe my ancestors are calling my name.

Maybe I’ve finally quieted down enough to hear them.

And this time… I’m ready to listen.

My youngest daughter and her partner will visit soon —

to share my history with them here, in the land of our roots,

is a dream come true for any father.

I never imagined how much it would mean to feel this connected —

not just to the land,

but to the lineage that made me.

Thank you to my ancestors for calling out my name.

I’m ready to receive —

with gratitude, humility, and love.

And whatever you give,

I’ll pass forward.

Thank you, Tulum,

for opening your arms.

What might you hear if you quieted your mind long enough to truly listen to what’s calling your name?