My personal resolution is that, as I cannot expect only the men to heal the wounded masculine, I cannot also demand that the men embody the healthy, mature masculine on their own. As a woman, I have personal work to do to reclaim an inner King - the mature and responsible masculine in service of life - and as a human collective we have work to do together to call back this magnificent energy back to its power.Read More
As much as it is a time of darkness and destruction, it is also a time of creation and new life. It is a moment like no other with so much wanting to be born through our wombs, hands and hearts. When the external reality falls apart and there is not much to hold on, the only place to generate life force from is within, so let us do that.Read More
There is a possibility though, of being remade by the sheer force that we are undone by. It is that very presence that sits heavily on my chest and pushes me over the edge into the abyss which then also lifts me up to the heights of illumination and inspiration about my existence and meaning of being here now. The depths I allow myself to travel seem to be the springboard from which I lean and leap forward and onward.Read More
I am being initiated into relating to fear - perhaps the most common and pervasive emotion in the collective right now - and how to transmute it into an ally. I am not sure if the point is to become fearless but rather to learn to live generously, creatively and compassionately despite the fear. And to be in dialogue with this strange ally without losing touch with one's center and connection with the Sacred.Read More
Malleable...malleable. It kept resonating in my being, this simple word. Here's an invitation, I thought. All this pressure I feel is simply benevolent life force shaping me into a finer form, hidden beneath the layers of everything that is keeping me small and separate.
Have I not prayed for my liberation? to heal the wound of separation?
I have, so many times.
Here, it's happening now...
What happened, and what is happening in your life is your specific recipe for Life, your particular invitation to wake up and come Home, your unique path through the magical terrain, your peculiar way of serving your community and Life.
So, take back the light today
but do not condemn the darkness
it is the holy womb
where your light will be tended
like the immaculate child.
The power of One is upon us.Read More
This is the story of how I fell in love with the Earth.
or perhaps, how I woke up and re-membered this great Love of mine...how She welcomed me back, as a compassionate mother, and love me awake, presented Herself to me with so much beauty that my heart broke open to Her infinite Love.
This is one of the most beautiful stories of my human journey.
To the Earth I belong and this is a Love story...
let me be humble again,
let me release my tears
for thousands of years
on this sacred soil
to grow new seeds of healing and forgiveness.
It's not too far now,
the dawn is near, I feel the sun coming
in the darkest, coldest passage.
Here, give me your hand,
raise your head and feel my touch,
we begin again,
today is the day we rise.
As we go through the turbulence and chaos of our times, I hear the call to be present, to be a witness, to feel and express, to dream and envision, to give my gift to the shift, to love Life in its wholeness and glory. I feel more inspired and empowered than ever to step into being a loving, creative, regenerative Life force and I invite you to join me.Read More
"We are made for these times. We are here to meet this curve of evolution. We are ready."
I hear from my global network. From this illuminated web and the vast ocean of ebb and flow I am witnessing an activation and alignment of body, mind and soul, a straightening of the collective spine, a saying YES and willingness to cross our own boundaries of separation to far more scary places within and outside. I hear this like a collective hum, a song emerging from the depths of the Earth through our voices; a common prayer rising from the unified field of our collective memory and Life longing to find its most beautiful, creative and wholesome expression.
Some initiations are harder than others and they require all you got, everything without an exception. You would be asked to give your life - sometimes live or die - essentially in service of your community and Life. This is no small task and definitely not to be underestimated. Not for the faint of heart. Just like the times we live in. We are the World and this is an initiation, a sacred rite of passage.Read More
I am noticing a quickening - quickening of the quickening we have been living in for so many years - and crossing of thresholds in all kinds of manner within and out there. I am witnessing women really stepping up, finding their voices and turning the volume up - this is Mother Earth calling! I listen to these voices as if the Earth Herself is speaking to all of us. I see men showing up alongside women in this extraordinary unfolding and finding their place and service, amplifying women's voices.Read More
If I love the World, this life, wholeheartedly, fully, boldly, with unequivocal commitment, with no hesitation, no holding back, if I remain - unconditionally - in love, awestruck, innocent and faithful, the Creation surely will find a way to love me back, and it already does, with fragrant flowers, lush waters, birdsong and pomegranates, the face and voice of the Beloved, everyday mysteries and sunrise and coffee, as much as I receive, as much as I can, as much as I allow the Beloved loves me in thousand ways.Read More
This August heat. August 2016.
Ever since I returned from the magic and coolness of my nordic pilgrimage, to the 'heat' of my homeland - a heat that permeates everything: rocks, waters, buildings, politics, food, minds, bodies, souls...- I am sitting in a pile of disorientation, sense of loss and exhaustion. My body is resisting the heat, my heart the stories of death and decay and I just can't seem to find my grounding, my composure.
Manipulation is something else. It’s far more subtle and unconscious than one can imagine. It’s not only the obvious manners of control, power-over, emotional blackmailing etc; it’s more sneaky, sometimes it’s hidden in the acts of kindness and compassion, in the expression of gratitude, and even behind the honest face of vulnerability.Read More
I could not not do it.
But I know one thing:
North infused me with an energy
that no other place could.
I now embody Her wildness,
Her freshness, Her silence
as part of my
at the feet of mystery.
To be continued, North...
Sitting there alone - in the midst of sheer beauty - I could touch on a great sadness which is mine and not mine alone, rising like cliffs surrounding me. The illusion of separation cutting so deep like a sharp knife, right to the bone. I had believed in it with all my naiveté: that there are "me" and "others".
There are no others. There is no "other".
It is me and the divine.
Rewilding is responding to the call of the Wild One, the Wise One within, the dangerous old Soul, knowing that I may get into “trouble” and disrupt “business as usual”, that I may have to cross deserts and climb mountains if I obey her call. Rewilding is the courage to descend into the good old wound, to go out into the dark night of the Soul, taking off my old clothes, shedding everything and everyone that kept me safe but small all this time, knowing that my life as I’ve known it is over. Rewilding is to grow my roots and branches in the most unfavorable and dysfunctional conditions, soils, seasons, establishments, cultures, relationships, geographies and ecosystems, reaching out for water and sunshine, sometimes crossing inestimable distances for divine nectar.Read More
The Great Woman is alive! I meet her in flesh and blood finally. She’s tall, dark skinned, blond, with curly hair, big hips, slim legs, a belly full of laughter, big breasts, shining eyes, soft voice, tender hands, strong legs; speaks in many languages, moves gracefully, stomps her feet, cries generously, roars her pain, prays fiercely, rests in silence.Read More
And then suddenly I understood what I was being shown: here was this fragile creature in her even more fragile web, being threatened to be blown away by nature's force, and all she did was to hold on to her center. The wind was so strong at times, that I gasped as I watched the spider and her web stretch far out and bounce viciously in this wild turbulence. She did not move, not even when the wind slowed down; she remained stable in the center, patiently bearing this force that shook her violently.Read More