“genuine ritual has the power to maintain the world’s holiness” 

I wonder what shady corners, cool rivers, juicy fruits, playful experiences, and creative spaces wish to welcome your tired, overheated, dried out, rough facets?

There is more capacity and appetite to become curious and open to exploration and experimentation, gathering evidence that bolsters our self-trust…

The journey ushers the group into what appears to be the center of existence…

Sweetness drips like honey from pregnant buds…

It may feel like a brutal ending but what if it’s a blessed beginning?

Becoming curious about these questions and embodying the answers is like fertilizer, water, and sunlight for what you're are growing into.

Meeting ourselves where we're at is nearly impossible when we think we need to be somewhere else.

A sweet retreat
into the soil, moss,
and mycelium
of your being.

May we rebel in soft-strength, connection, and rooted ways.

The scraggly fingers of the old hag, the Cailleach, still hang on, waiting to take any remaining layers of skin that need to be shed to make way for Brigid's fertility.

What if healing is not about fixing something that is wrong…

I think this may be how the great sages thrived Pendulating between immortality and life.

Retreat into the womb that makes everything kin.

Far I have drifted

Long I have waited…

Linger with beauty…

What practices, teachings, and ways of being soften you, empower you, reconnect you to your innate enoughness?
Permission to explore them with rapture and wild abandon...because it's good for individual and collective liberation.

There are two things I know for certain, life is f****** hard and it's wildly beautiful and magnificent. And the mind tends to hyper-fixate on the former.

This void is the womb.

“December's immaculate coldness feels warm. December feels like blood.”
- Zinadia Nikolaevna Gippius