Everywhere I turn in my mind’s eye today is twinged with death, a thick wood whose trees have lost all their leaves, save the few shrunken brown holdovers which cling, mostly out of habit, almost as if to remind of us what was once here.
Oh hey, speaking of which, update on the Shaman's Death Ritual:
We tried scripting and "directing" it...
It resisted.
-- 3 year break --
For '22, it was messy and poetically improvisational again. Our entire community deeply loves its journey, and will always be grateful to you for birthing it... even more for releasing it, to discover its own way.
And, for what it's worth, those who have allowed themselves to heal through its magic number in the thousands.
Your words compelled me to look back at my life when I suffered what seemed to me to be great loss. And with that, grieving pain, only to come and realize, in time, that it was for my own good, as if some force of love hiding behind my grief, was looking after me, knew the bigger picture, knew that I was on the wrong track.
So, the next time I experience loss will I be able to see the bigger picture? Will I skip most of the suffering part by being capable of tapping into what’s really going on? 🤔
When we are fully grateful for the richness of being alive and all the messy wonders of existence... nope, nothing is more beautiful.
Bless you, sister-love.
Big love to you. Thank you for reading <3
Enjoy the beauty of the holiday season.
Thank you for sharing your light so generously.
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Oh hey, speaking of which, update on the Shaman's Death Ritual:
We tried scripting and "directing" it...
It resisted.
-- 3 year break --
For '22, it was messy and poetically improvisational again. Our entire community deeply loves its journey, and will always be grateful to you for birthing it... even more for releasing it, to discover its own way.
And, for what it's worth, those who have allowed themselves to heal through its magic number in the thousands.
That's very touching to hear, thank you for sharing :-). So happy to know its still alive.
Lovely!
Peekaboo, I love you!
Thank you!
“it was only ever always love?”
Your words compelled me to look back at my life when I suffered what seemed to me to be great loss. And with that, grieving pain, only to come and realize, in time, that it was for my own good, as if some force of love hiding behind my grief, was looking after me, knew the bigger picture, knew that I was on the wrong track.
So, the next time I experience loss will I be able to see the bigger picture? Will I skip most of the suffering part by being capable of tapping into what’s really going on? 🤔
Thank You Mackenzie
That is the question, isn't it. Perhaps we're all just getting a bit faster to realize the truth behind the illusory veil of suffering....