This morning I had the words “north child” in my head. I remember being at my mom’s house about five years ago, watching one of her cats settle into a tiny kitchen cabinet high above the floor and saying how I’d like my own little cabinet to sit in sometimes; to be self contained and secluded. “That’s because you’re a North Child,” my mom said, referring to some Native American symbolism I didn’t understand. Or maybe she said ‘West Child.’ It’s the belief that one’s personality can be linked to one of the four cardinal directions. I remember thinking “I like small spaces, but say what?”
But North Child. I’ve been thinking about it. I’m fascinated by extremely cold and barren places. So I texted my mom, and she said to talk to Singing Arrow, wise and weird family member/friend who knows about such things.
Before I did this, I did some questionable Internet research and thought: I do think I am a north child. The north (as I read) is associated with an absence of emotion. In my mind, this is beacause when you go very far north, you need all of your strength and rational thought to keep yourself alive. To me, the north means challenge. It’s cold and unfriendly. I like that; I want a challenge. I think my fascination stems from the desire for a very big challenge, something that would really show me what I’m made of. l think that there is a determination miles deep in me that has never been exercised. When I think about cold places, I see myself surviving and tapping this strength and willpower that I desperately want to see in action. I have plenty of emotions that I would love to forget about and just rely on my logical mind. With its absence of emotion, the north seems very demanding.
I got hold of Singing Arrow and he took me through the process of determining what direction I was. It was magical to learn about. It felt so much deeper and better than whenever I tried to understand astrology. All the formulas and blanket statements based entirely on something that millions of other people share with me never felt right.
He also told me that these things are not meant to be written down and asked me not to write them. So I won’t. But I will say that the first thing he did was ask me remember a time from my young childhood when I felt happy and completely myself. The emotions and my mindset in that memory helped him to determine my direction. Turns out: West Child. Introspective, quiet, loves small spaces.
During our conversation, I started four boards on Pinterest and found photos that felt like each direction. None of it has to mean anything. But I like it.
Below: North Child, then West Child.