Sydney Francis and I are embarking on a vast project for releasing shame from our physical and bliss bodies, and inviting joy, love, and full-bodied empowerment into our lives. We are beginning this endeavor with a ritual that is a practice in deeply grounding our right to be safe, loved, happy, blissful, and comfortable with our sexuality, creativity, intellect, love . . . basically it’s a celebration for the essence of what makes us each unique as well as part of the larger consciousness.
Sojourn at the Underworld is an experiential ceremony where participants will:
– be led through a guided mediation that will awaken the mind-body connection;
– guided along a physical passage for releasing what is longer needed for this transitional time of the year and of our lives;
– learn techniques for grounding, being in the moment, for releasing emotional residue, and for setting intentions;
– explore the energies for this earth cycle;
– ground our “right to be” who we are as unique and communal beings on this planet;
– will practice and learn techniques for drawing in what we want to have in our lives;
– integrate the experience;
– share community and feast with the spirits!
God, I love my peeps here. Honestly, I’m not that tough. Or maybe, I’m just tired of being tough. I am surrounded by a lot of people who love me, and that’s my choice. It’s taken years to cultivate my relationships – and then some of my new relationships have fallen into place so easily I can hardly believe it! Though I do believe it, because I experience it.
Autumn is a good time for hugging and cuddling up. And hiking. I intend to get hiking and much hugging in this weekend — two of my favorite activities!
I know it’s Saturday. It has been a super hectic week. Lots of plans were made, and then many had to be changed because I couldn’t do them all. This Saturday, I decided to rest. I napped a lot. Vacuumed the floors. Did things around the house to ground myself. It was the perfect thing […]
I keep coming across surprises – like this yarn bomb tonight. It looks like a southwestern sunset. And behind it, reflecting in the window – actually is the sunset.
I wrote a piece a few weeks ago called now that you’re all grown up, who is your tribe?. That was the day before I moved from Phoenix to Flagstaff. The week gearing up to that day I was set to move to New York, and then a few of my plans changed and I decided, nope, […]
This is how my skin feels if I don’t reapply my sunscreen throughout the day up in the desert mountains. Flagstaff, AZ. Seriously, this visage is haunting. It is the first time I noticed it, too, maybe because the leaves are beginning to fall, so now it is not so hidden. Considering the fight over […]
I didn’t bring enough warm clothes with my this week! Wish me luck on my job hunt . . . I’d like to start grooving in Phoenix full-time – though I have had an interesting discussion tonight with my friend Linda and an Apache history lesson (which will resume tomorrow).
I imagine the little fish in my soup squirming in my mouth, the crunch of their bones. I run back to the house. I look in my soup. One of the fish is gone. I fish the remaining one out – and drop it in a bowl of water. It’s little mouth is gasping. I saved it! – I think. No, I killed it – I think – it is alive but now partially cooked.
