As I surrendered the loss of my old self, I uncovered the whispers of my ancient soul. I realized that I had been called to the root of my body in a right of passage to understand the divine feminine. Once I surrendered to the brokenness of my physical core, I reclaimed my spiritual center.
Connecting with trees, feeling and listening to their messages, has helped me to create a more stable structure around my work with plants; they were the missing element. Their size, woodiness, age and vibration give scale to the plant world.
We are literally a perpetual prayer. We’re continually sending requests, in all sorts of directions, consciously, unconsciously, through verbal expressions, energies and vibrations. We ask. We receive. And in receiving, we see who we believe ourselves to be.
Although utterly destroyed, it is only through such breaking open that the acorn might become the oak. Discomfort, pain and difficulty often accompany too our own spiritual germination. After all, we are being planted in our own ground of being and must break open in order to grow.
The truth is that grief -- like any other hardship -- is a seed full of immeasurable potential for growth and development. It is both an honor and a miracle to bear witness to the transformation and enrichment a person can undergo after a trauma.
I will try to remember daily that I am not alone. I’ll write my way out of this coffin I have nailed myself into. I will turn my fear into fare, and chew it up and spit it out. Then I’ll stomp on it boldly and leave it in the dirt. I’ll cleanse my palate with deliciousness and rejoice in the ...
This last one was a year of intense self-reflection and healing. I endured both excitement and pain brought on by the speedy transition of the past few years, and by my commitment to seeing and integrating parts of myself that I had turned away from for so long.
A mystic is a wild creature. She is made. She is deliberately forged by something mysterious. She is created for a purpose. She spends all her life seeking, for there is nothing else worth doing. She peers and gazes until she falls from the edge of the world, and into the next. Over and over. ...