Sunday afternoon

I have the wonderful privilege of taking a nap this pre-springish Sunday afternoon. I am totally enjoying the space and time to do nothing but rest.....I am sinking into my new mattress and finding my pillow just right. This is exactly what I want to be doing and where I want to be.  Thanks be to God for this Sunday of rest...

Speed of life

Well, it's a sign of the times of my life.  I actually forgot that I had this blogspot!  It has been quite a while since I've written and there has been alot of change since that last blog.  I sold and packed up an entire house, bought and unpacked a new one, had a new grandson (0n the same day!), I've taken many trips; North Carolina, Nebraska, New Mexico, and Louisiana to mention a few. I have continued my job, as well as finished up my work to be a Spriritual Director  I have been driving, careening down the highway of this life much too fast.  In the past week I have experienced sheer exhaustion....nearly screeched to a halt and slept for nearly 3 days and nights. And after the 3rd night, I began to feel again....realized my own tenderness, and perhaps my own immortality....an awakening of sorts.   Intentionally listening....to my own heart/soul.....again recognizing the desire to be authentically me....and that means honoring all the parts of who I am....so some of the parts with the loudest voices and biggest anxiety will need to speak less and allow other parts to come forth and share their wise stories too....may it be so....

Here I am in a time of big transition wanting to honor this movement by doing some writing about it.  I am preparing to leave this place of internal workings - this womb, cave, place within the earth.  There have been 8 years of processing, moving inward, doing deep inner work which has meant a lot of soul searching, doubting, wondering, discovering, and searching as I have wrestled with myself.  Art has been an incredible gift in this process.  I had a dream which spoke to me, "Follow the Art, Rite of Passage"....and I have done that.  I have engaged in art most days...doing my best to let go of the outcome/product and just enjoy the process.  This has been amazing to me.  During my times of doing art I have met many parts of myself that have come forth to speak ...It has often been a committee meeting where some members blatantly speak their opinions and some sit quietly afraid to speak.  I am grateful that I have found a committee member that is good at listening and facilitating; giving opportunity for all to share in an orderly manner and all being respected most of the time.
This has been an integrating experience...an experience of honoring those different committee members and providing a safe place for those who have been afraid to speak.              

In the Shade of the Ancestors

Unaware of what really was happening she began to walk with a skip in her step.  Her pony tail swayed from side to side as she moved quickly down the lane.  It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, a cool breeze and lots of clean, clear air.  She moved along with ease totally consumed by the beauty of the moment.  She breathed in the variety of green she saw in the trees, grass, bushes, and plants.  What a glorious day!  As she approached her grandfather's yard she was aware of the sense of belonging to her family, the connection with her family - her ancestors who had come and gone before her.  She could feel their presence, their encouragement, support and pride in her.  When she'd come to the edge of the yard she approached the big old oak tree.  She stopped when she got there and stood under it's shade.  She leaned against its trunk and felt the strength of its firm, steadfast presence.  She looked up and could see the sunlight coming through the leaves.  She breathed in and felt the fullness of the tree - the presence of something - so much bigger than her - it somehow encompassed all time and space, all that was before and after her as well as the present.  She sat down at the base of the tree and closed her eyes and breathed in the reality of timelessness.  She felt the expansion of her body as she became aware of her own presence on the earth as a bridge between what was and what will be. "I am the Present".  She felt peaceful and strong within.  She didn't want to leave this Presence.  She lied down and continued to sense the enormity of the moment.  She felt her body relax and almost melt into the Present moment.  Soon she found herself in a Great Hall standing before a large banquet table filled with beautifully colored foods.  Many people were milling around, moving with ease as though they were floating.  A sense of joy and ease with each other, moving freely.  She was welcomed without words as she felt the movement of their acknowledgement of her presence.  There was a familiarity with these folks, even though she didn't recognize them by sight.  She knew they were her family, her ancestors.  As she approached them they embraced her.  Their eyes seeing way beyond her body into her soul.  She felt the warmth and welcome and ease with them. She went to the middle of the room and began to spin, to turn, and turn, spinning round and round, dissolving into a blur.  Things began to fly off her body as though she were in a centifuge.  She became lighter and lighter and her sight became clearer.  She began to rise up as she moved her arms up and down as wings and she took flight - moving freely through the air.  Her vision clear, her body light, she felt wonderful!

Time to play again! Hurray!

Hurray Hurray it is time to play!
I hope that some playmates will join me tomorrow night in the awesome space at Mind Body & Spirit Studio (next to the Paramount) in St. Cloud.
This will be my first time playing in the space and I really am looking forward to it.
I am realizing more and more that play is essential to my wellbeing.
Of course play can be sprinkled into most any activity and that is good news.
Life feels lighter, less burdensome, less of a project and more like an adventure when I have the attitude of playing with life.
I am learning to trust myself and the Universe on a deeper level.  I am feeling more at home within my own body, less self-doubt, and more affirmation of my be-ing.  For this I am grateful for Interplay.  It really is a transformative tool.
I look forward to my next playdate - would be great to have other bodys there too!

Exformation

What a great tool - exformation - the gift of exforming....letting go....releasing...
It is as simple as taking a deep breath and letting it out with a sigh or writing about something that is overwhelming you and then tearing it up or burning it...maybe a simple hand dance -put on some music, lie on your back, raise your hand with your concern in it and let your hand dance it out or invite your other hand to help.  Go to the "focuser" - that space right between your eyebrows and with your hand pull all that information you need to let go of out, throw it up in the air and give a big "wheeeee" as you do so... 


Not sure why we humans have a tendency to not trust the little ways that lead to the door when it feels like we've come all the way into the room and gotten trapped in the closet.  Hard to believe that one little step at a time can get us to the freedom we are longing for.....Give it a try----big breath and let it out with an audible sigh....

Would love to play with you....check out times/places on the events part of this blog....


"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Thanks for playing

Last Saturday 8 of us gathered to play at the Spirituality Center in St Joe.  What a great time we had.
We were young (6 yrs) and old (50+)...and we did laugh, dance, and even do some somersaults (well at least the 6 year old did!).  We gathered in a safe place, of no judgement, and plenty of exploration of what play really is....telling stories, walking, stopping, running, holding shapes, hand dances, and offering shouts of gratitude for soooooo many blessings....

Thanks to all who shared in the play.   Hope to see you again July 16th 9-11 at the Spirituality Center.
All are welcome....young and old.